Say Yes by Mellie George Page B

got in his car, and he
closed the door.  He walked over to the driver’s side and got in.  Once he
started the ignition, he revved the engine, and said, “Here we go.”

Chapter 8
 
Lunch with an Old Friend
     
     
                As Luke and I
made the drive to the restaurant, we made small talk the whole way, catching up
on this and that, but my mind was somewhere else.  I kept thinking about what
Daisy said to me.  Maybe it was just me, but I could cut the sexual tension
with a knife.  This was going to be so much harder than I thought, but Daisy
had been right.  I had to make this work not just for Violet’s sake, but my new
brother in law was going to be opening a practice with him. I just didn’t want
to mess anything up.  After about twenty minutes of idle chit chat, Luke
finally cleared his throat.  “You okay?”
                “What?” I
asked.
                “I just asked
you about your restaurant in California.”
                Wow…that was
embarrassing.  “Oh yea, sorry, I must have been thinking about something else.”
                “Are you sure
you are up for this today?  You have been a little cool this morning.”
                “Luke, I’m
sorry.  You are right. I have been acting a little strange.  I guess it’s all
still so…surprising seeing you again.” I admitted.
                “Surprising?”
he asked, a little dazed. Then his face softened.  “Good surprising?”
                “Yes,
definitely a good surprise.”
                Smiling, he
said, “That’s good to hear.  It’s been nice seeing you again,” he said.
                “Yeah, well,
not everyone in town would agree with you,” I answered.
                “Really? 
Who?” he asked.
                “Well, let’s
just say I met an interesting waitress named Sam this morning,” I said, and I
saw him tense up.
                “Oh, God,
Lilly, I am so sorry about her.  I honestly didn’t know she worked there.  What
did she say?  Was she rude?” he asked, looking embarrassed.
                “Well, she
didn’t say anything rude, but I think that I could have probably frozen ice on
her ass,” I said, and he seemed to relax. “Would you care to explain how
someone I have never met before looked at me like she wanted to rip my face
off?”
                He sighed. 
“Sam and I dated for almost two months last year.  At that point, I hadn’t
really dated anyone since college,” he said. “I tried to get back out there,
but it just didn’t work out.” He hadn’t dated anyone else at that point in seven
years? Oh wow.
                “If you were
only together for two months, that’s not a lot of time for her to be like she
was to me today.  Something else happened there.”
                His face went red,
and he asked, “Lilly, it was nothing, just forget about it.”
                “Hey, this
woman could have easily poisoned my food this morning.  I deserve to know why.”
                Sighing, he
said, “Well, like I said, we only dated two months.  Actually two months to the
day of our first date, we went back to her apartment, and things were looking
like they were going to head into the bedroom.  Right in the middle of foreplay,
I…oh god, this is so humiliating…I might have called her your name.”
                My mouth fell
open. “You called her the wrong name during foreplay?  Well, no wonder she
hates me. I’d hate me too,” I said, snickering.
                “You think
that’s funny?”
                “Don’t you? 
Come on, think about it.  It’s kind of funny,” I said, trying not to laugh.
                His mouth
broke into a smile. “Oh, all right, I guess it’s a little funny.”
                “I guess I
will