“We’ve closed the bookings at the inn for the wedding day, three days before that and one day after. Would your guys need rooms before the guests arrive?”

He hums a yes before wiping his mouth with a napkin. “A few will. Surveillance is Gavin’s department. He and a few of his men will arrive early to set everything up.”

“I didn’t know there were departments in Kings Security. Is it like a corporation?”

“You’d be surprised to hear about the similarities to a business organization. The difference is how and what we do. Our jobs are more interesting than working in corporate America.”

“Of course, daredevil.” I grin and cock my head to the side. “So you’re like a billionaire boss?” The smile on my face hasn’t slipped since our talk in my office.

Lukas chuckles after swallowing his food, and I realize he’s the most laid-back that I’ve ever seen him. “Connor is the only one we call boss.”

I place my plate onto the table, and because I want to see his smile once more, I ask, “So you’re not only a daredevil but a rich daredevil?”

And I don’t have to wait for my reward. Tingles race across my skin as he throws me a devastating smile.

“When you put it like that, I feel like I’m quite the catch.” Lukas grabs the bottle of ginger ale.

“I think you were always a catch, Lukas.” I whisper the truth. “Not because of how much money you have, but because of who you are as a person.”

Lukas stops pouring us the drink, and looks up at me instead. “That is hard to believe sometimes.”

I get my first glimpse of the vulnerability that often peeks into his emails.

“Then you need someone who can remind you regularly.”

Something unsaid passes between us, and the air around us thickens, charged with electricity.

Lukas swallows hard and then asks, “Is there something else you’d need from me…for the wedding preparation?”

It takes me a second to understand his question, and I reply, “Do you think I can meet Vienna Teager? The owner of Beauty in Food blog.”

“Sure. I’ll give you her contact details.”

Lukas and I spend another ten minutes outside, talking about the upcoming wedding. And finally, when the food is finished and the ginger ale bottle empty, there’s no reason for us to stay out any longer.

We walk inside, and like the previous nights, I go straight to the closet. I’m sifting through my underwear drawer wondering if the later Lukas mentioned in my office was now later or someday-in-the-future later.

I’m tugging the strap of my black bra from the pile when I feel his hot breath on my ear. “I didn’t want you to think that if we do this, everything has to change.”