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Snorting a laugh, I nod. “Something like that. And is that a threat, or a promise?” Gaze locked on his, I lean forward and capture the straw with my lips, taking a sip of my Coke.
“Both.”
“Well, then, I better lock my door tonight,” I say, just above a whisper.
“I insist that you don’t.” Beneath the table, his knee brushes mine, and the way he stares down at me, licking his lips, before he bites into his sandwich, sends a ripple of excitement down my spine.
We finish our lobster rolls, and as I suck down the last of my soda, Lucian stands up from the table, dropping two hundred-dollar bills for a twenty dollar meal.
Aunt Midge scurries over, frowning down at the cash atop the bill. “I’ll see what I have for change in the till.”
He waves his hand in dismissal, sliding his hand in mine as I push up from my chair. “A round of drinks. Courtesy of the ugliest bastard in the bar.”
Mac makes a growling noise in his throat, lifting his beer in the air.
“Next time keep your mouth shut,” Aunt Midge says over her shoulder, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her apron. “Was nice meeting ya, Mr. Blackthorne.”
“You, as well.”
“And, you.” Her eyes dip toward mine and Lucian’s clasped hands, and when they fall on me again, they’re winged up with worry. “Behave, all right?”
I sneak a glance toward Lucian and smile as I nod. “Always.”
Once again, we’re back in Lucian’s car, and as he fires up the engine, his eyes cruise over me and down to my legs. “Any other errands this afternoon?” he asks, sliding his sunglasses over his eyes.
“Nope.”
“Good. One more second in this town, and I might burst into flames.”
“I always thought the devil was one to cast flames, not succumb to them.” I slide the seatbelt across my body, where it slips between my breasts, and I click it in place.
He seems to take notice, staring for a moment, before he throws the car in drive. “So did I. Until you decided to wear that dress.”