Page 122 of The Vegas Lie
Raina E. Saraci
Why?
Lilah
Trust me.
Tell me what happens.
Raina put away the bottle of cleaning solution, turned off the stove, and removed the saucepan of oatmeal from the burner. It was the only thing she had as far as food in the house, and if she’d worked up an appetite, she knew Lucas had to be ravenous.
Lilah
Are you doing it?
Just do it!
Then report back.
Raina E. Saraci
He’s in the shower. When he gets out, I’ll do it and report back.
Lilah
Good, Good.
The bathroom door opened and closed.
She pressed play on her phone and added apples, spices, and walnuts to Lucas’ oatmeal. As the song played, she laughed to herself.
Delilah and her antics.
Raina E. Saraci
It’s playing.
Lilah
Is he there yet?
Lucas’ footsteps sounded in the hall.
Raina E. Saraci
He’s coming now.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind, kissed her cheek, and embraced her with a sigh. His T-shirt and shorts smelled like laundry detergent, and she’d planned to steal a pair, but she sufficed with a robe for the moment as she had more naked things on the docket for them after breakfast.
“Good morning, Mrs. Saraci.”
“Good morning.” She smiled, eyes closed. “You love calling me that, don’t you?”
“You have no idea.” He kissed the back of her neck, her nape, her jaw, her ear. “How’d you sleep?”
“I didn’t.”
“Really? Why not?”