“I would love that. Dylan said something to me when you were at my house, and I wanted to talk to you about it. He asked if I could get to know Calla too—I want to. I’m not making a secret of where I want us to end up. I want you back, Lily, and that means that I want all of you, including Calla. I promise I will never treat her any differently than how I treat Dylan.”

My jaw dropped, and I quickly turned to pour our coffee. “Luke, you are moving too fast,” I said. “I can’t think about this yet. I, um…yes, you can get to know Calla. Dylan would love that, and so would I,” I managed to choke out through my shock. I couldn’t see past today. Thinking of the future was too scary. It had only been three days, for goodness’ sake.

My phone pinged with an incoming text message. It was from Trevor.

Trevor: Is everything okay I’m coming down soon to check on you.

Lily: What are you talking about???

Trevor: We’ll talk when I see you. Just promise to keep your eyes open.

Freaking out, I made a mental list of the weirdness that had occurred since I had been here. The hang-up call, the flashlight in the yard. That didn’t add up to anything dangerous. Did it? Random weirdos did crap like that all the time, right?

“Everything okay, Lily?” Luke asked, concern in his eyes.

“Uh, I’m not sure. I think so. Trevor, Will’s partner, just texted and asked me if anything weird has happened and told me to keep my eyes open. He’s coming down to check on me. I had a hang-up call and thought I saw a flashlight in the yard. Dad checked it out and didn’t find anyone out there. That’s it. It’s probably nothing, right?” I said and gulped my coffee.

“I don’t know. I could stop by and check on you tonight,” he offered.

“Thanks, but my dad has it covered. I’ll tell him about Trevor’s texts later.”

“Good idea. Tell your dad. It’s better to be safe. But let me know if you change your mind. I’d be happy to stop by tonight,” he said again.

He threw out his empty coffee cup, then turned to look at me, like up-and-down-checking-me-out looking at me. I swear I almost physically felt his eyes on me. “Baby, I have to get to work. Text me when Dahlia gets here with the kids, and I’ll head over.”

Baby. My heart melted. He was getting to me. I couldn’t control it. If my heart was melty now, my brain was sure to follow.

“Okay, Luke. Have a good morning. I’ll text,” I murmured.

He grinned and headed out the door.