Security.
âHow about yours?â
For a moment he forgot what they were talking about, then he grimaced. âCompletely out of handâ¦turtledoves, pink champagne, balloons in the shape of hearts and Amanda so stressed she slapped my hand away whenever I touched her.â
Her dark eyes danced. âBetter luck next time.â
âThere wonât be a next time.â
âYou sound sure.â
He shrugged. âI donât have the gene for emotional intimacy. Amanda left me for someone who did.â
Liz said nothing, simply brushed her knuckles against his cheek.
Abruptly, Luke caught her hand. âI donât accept pity, either.â
âActually I was trying to return the empathy you showed me the other night,â she said mildly, and tapped their joined hands against his cheek, harder this time. âMuch tougher to be the recipient, isnât it?â
Understanding passed between them, unexpected and surprising. Ruefully, he released her hand. âMuch tougherâ¦sorry.â
Then because he needed to remind himself why kissing her wasnât a good idea, he gestured to John Jason and Dillon, who were tearing back across the field with his medals. âYouâre great with kids. Iâm surprised you and Harry never had any.â
âLuke!â Jordan shouted from the garden. Raising a hand in acknowledgment, he lingered, curious to hear Lizâs reply.
She smoothed out her dress. âHe didnât want more children.â
âWhat about you?â
Liz clasped one wrist. âI made my decision when I married him.â
He needed to know where she stood on relationships, so Luke pushed. âItâs not too late, youâre only thirty-five.â
But she was shaking her head before heâd finished. âI wonât get married again.â
Before Luke could ask further questions, the boys arrived, panting like overheated puppies, and a shrill whistle recalled him to his duties.
âLater,â he said, and it was a promise.
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L UKE HADNâT EXPECTED to enjoy this wedding.
Heâd already tried to resurrect the old Luke on the stag night, but alcohol had only exacerbated his sense of alienation. Whatever happened to the workaholic wunderkind, too damn busy being successful to think about nebulous bullshit like the meaning of life?
But tonight he was having fun. On the dance floor he sent Liz into a spin and admired her legs as the green dress swirled. Her arms, lightly tanned, gleamed under the lights.
He was finding it difficult to equate the collected, controlled mayor with the woman before him, all flying hair, flushed cheeks and smart mouth, and with a way of moving that in any other woman Luke would have considered foreplay.
For all her political astuteness, heâd sensed a sexual naïveté in Liz.
If she wasnât naive she wouldnât be teasing him with affectionate touches and flirtatious remarks. If she wasnât naive she wouldnât assume that because he was her friend she was safe.
Her expectation that heâd behave himself amused him as much as her mistaken belief that he was no longer attracted to her because heâd stopped flirting with her this week.
He hadnât backed off because he wasnât interested; heâd backed off because he was too interested. Elizabeth Light was a complex woman, and his life didnât need any more complications. But sheâd removed the biggest hurdle earlier this afternoon when sheâd told him remarriage wasnât on her agenda.
The dance ended, and Liz fell against him breathless and laughingâa warmhearted infectious sound that caused dancers nearby to smile.
He caught her against him, enjoying her exhilaration. âFred, those Irish dancing lessons have really paid off. Youâre not standing on my feet anymore.â
âBecause you donât move them, theyâre easy to avoid. But I need a
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