Ivy cleared her throat. “We’ve got some more orders ready for you. They’re in the cooler.”

He blinked at me and stepped back, looking to Ivy. “I’m on it. Haven’t seen this much action in forever.”

Ivy snorted, and I shot her a look, taking up my station at the table again as Luke loaded a box with orders. When he stood, the weight of the box in his hands engaged all those muscles he possessed, the veins on his forearms visible from across the room.

“All right, girls—don’t get into any trouble.” He flashed a hotshot wink at me as he passed, and somehow, even that was sexy. A wink.

I wondered absently if I should get my head checked. Surely, something had to have gotten into me.

Besides Luke.

I laughed at my hands, and Ivy gave me a look.

“Seriously, you are giddy. Giddy,” she said. “Don’t get me wrong—I don’t hate it. But you don’t like … smell burned toast or anything, do you? Because if we need to get you a CAT scan or something, I think that can be arranged.”

“I’m fine, Ivy,” I said on a laugh. “God, a girl can’t even get any around here without the third degree.”

“Considering you make most guys wait three dates before hooking up, I don’t think I’m being unreasonable by asking.”

“Three dates is not that many. And I’ve known Luke most of my life. You act like I got some strange in a gas station bathroom.”

“In Tess-land, it’s basically equivalent.”

I rolled my eyes at her, but I was laughing again. I couldn’t help it. The whole thing was too crazy for words.

“Well, never fear,” she said. “I’m here to help shepherd you through it.”

“The queen of flings.”

“I don’t know if you know this, but I’m a little out of practice.”

“I heard getting knocked up will do that to a girl.”

“It’s true,” she said with a sigh and a rub of her belly.

“Well, if I decide to go for it, you’d better teach me all there is to know about casual sex. You can officially pass the torch.”

“Let’s just hope you don’t get burned,” she joked.

But a flash of worry shot through me at the thought.

She wasn’t wrong. Luke Bennet wasn’t any less dangerous than he’d been yesterday. In fact, he was probably more dangerous than ever.

But with every kiss, I found it harder and harder to care. And deep down, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to put up a fight even if I wanted to.

LUKE

I shifted on the blanket again, wondering if I looked casual.

If you have to ask yourself that, you do not look casual.

It was late, the greenhouse bathed in moonlight, music floating out of my little speaker as I waited on Tess to meet me. I’d brought a couple of lanterns and laid out some camping mats under the big woolen plaid. In the cooler was ice, and on top of it was a bottle of whiskey. And all around was the abundance of flowers reaching up to the skylight.