“What? No. It was like this. I guess Dad did, or he hired a decorator.”

He closed the door behind us and turned to face me. He looked me up and down with a smile on his face. Kind of like I did to him a few minutes ago.

I blushed. Yes, I’d dressed up. I had on my best skinny jeans. They sucked in the little pooch that wouldn’t go away no matter how many walks I went on with my kids or how many crunches I did not do. I was wearing Rose’s heels and my best bra. It pushed the girls way up, and I was nursing, so they were impressive, not to brag or anything. I had borrowed a cute blouse from Rose—red and flowy with spaghetti straps—it was Luke’s favorite color. I had hoped that if I gave good boob, it would distract him from getting upset when I postponed our date. I knew now that was foolish. Luke wasn’t a simple guy.

I felt a little silly. I had planned to distract him, but his very fine-looking presence was distracting me from what I needed to do. “Luke—”

He looked at me expectantly and started to roll up his shirtsleeves. I stopped talking and watched him. Wow, he had nice forearms. All tattooed and strong, there were a few delicious-looking veins running up and down and—Gah! Did he have the same plan I did? To distract me? Well, it was working. Apparently, he was a better person than me. He hadn’t looked at my boobs once, save for the up and down look from before. But nothing lingering.

Have I lost it?

I shook my head.

Focus.

“We need to postpone our date. We have to slow down so we can be sure. I don’t want to hurt Dylan.” It was out. I’d said it.

“Stop worrying. I’m sure.” His voice was firm and unwavering, and his face was like stone. I knew that look, that stubborn look. He was going to push me and not give in. That look was how we’d ended up skydiving on our twentieth birthday. Yeah, so it was exhilarating and sort of fun, but Lily liked to keep her feet on the ground.