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together—”
“Andi.” He holds his hand up to stop me. “I got this. And I have a couple of conditions of my own. Number one.”
He clears his throat and looks me up and down. I frown down at myself. “What?” I say.
“You have got to do something about the way you dress. No girlfriend of mine would be seen in some of the outfits you’ve sported,” he tells me bluntly. “I don’t think I’ve seen you in any color other than gray or brown since we met. I can have an awesome stylist be here in a couple of hours to…you know…help you out.”
I know he’s joking—Luke is the last person to care about clothes. But I sense a glint of curiosity behind the teasing, so I decide to explain myself. “Jessica told me on the first day we met that if I don’t want to be gossiped about, or caught in any of the pictures when I’m with you—that I should never walk right next to you, and I should always look like a slob. So far, her advice has worked. I’ve checked. Maybe there’ll be part of my elbow or something in a picture once in a while—but so far, so good. Once, they even Photoshopped me completely out of the scene.”
Luke looks amazed at my revelation. He sits in silence for a few moments. “Is that why you never wear a swimsuit?” he asks, like he’s wondered about this a lot.
“Yeah.” I give him a dark look.
“Why?” he asks, cocking his head to the side in puzzlement. “I bet you have a great body hidden under…that.” He gestures vaguely to my limp gray sweats.
“Thanks,” I say sarcastically. “And I know how to dress myself. It’s just so much easier this way.”
Luke holds up both hands as if in surrender. “Just making sure it’s not some kind of serious low self-esteem issue. You know you’re incredibly beautiful, right?”
My jaw drops at his out of the blue compliment. “Um…riiight,” I mumble, glaring suspiciously at him. “Anyway. What’s condition number two?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. You follow my lead. I’m the award-winning actor here, so—just—just go with it.” He points at me. “I think I can really sell us as a couple.”
I frown thunderously at him. “Really, there’s no need. Just nod and smile, and hang out next to me. Everyone knows I’m not the PDA type.”
Luke gives an exaggerated sigh. “Oh, Andi,” he says sadly. “You really have no imagination.”
“Oh, don’t you worry about it,” I growl. “Is that all?”
“Also, you owe me a favor. But we’ll talk about that another day.” He sits up straight, and smirks playfully. “So, Anderson Kelly, do you agree to these conditions?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Awesome,” Luke says, and nods his head like I said yes. He claps his hands together excitedly. “Alright! Let’s do this.”
He looks around my room as if searching for a place to start. I ignore him and walk over to my dresser to get a change of clothes. Maybe I should just lock him in the bathroom now. But how would I get him in there? I would have to drug him, I guess.
“So, what’s next?” he asks. “What are we doing now?”
“I’m taking a shower. Then we’re finding you a place to stay.”
Luke puts on his best smoldering look, the one that makes girls across the internet swoon and wet themselves. “What, I’m not staying in here with you?”
“I was actually about to suggest a nice motel, but I bet Ellen would let you stay in the mother-in-law house in the back,” I say, pointing out my window. “No one’s lived there since her mom died in her sleep in that house. We could air it out, give you some new sheets—it will be good as new. There’s a bathroom and a kitchen.”
Luke gets up to look out the window at the little house sitting in corner of the backyard. While he’s preoccupied, I absently run my gaze over his broad shoulders and lean muscled torso, clad in his favorite blue T&C
“Andi.” He holds his hand up to stop me. “I got this. And I have a couple of conditions of my own. Number one.”
He clears his throat and looks me up and down. I frown down at myself. “What?” I say.
“You have got to do something about the way you dress. No girlfriend of mine would be seen in some of the outfits you’ve sported,” he tells me bluntly. “I don’t think I’ve seen you in any color other than gray or brown since we met. I can have an awesome stylist be here in a couple of hours to…you know…help you out.”
I know he’s joking—Luke is the last person to care about clothes. But I sense a glint of curiosity behind the teasing, so I decide to explain myself. “Jessica told me on the first day we met that if I don’t want to be gossiped about, or caught in any of the pictures when I’m with you—that I should never walk right next to you, and I should always look like a slob. So far, her advice has worked. I’ve checked. Maybe there’ll be part of my elbow or something in a picture once in a while—but so far, so good. Once, they even Photoshopped me completely out of the scene.”
Luke looks amazed at my revelation. He sits in silence for a few moments. “Is that why you never wear a swimsuit?” he asks, like he’s wondered about this a lot.
“Yeah.” I give him a dark look.
“Why?” he asks, cocking his head to the side in puzzlement. “I bet you have a great body hidden under…that.” He gestures vaguely to my limp gray sweats.
“Thanks,” I say sarcastically. “And I know how to dress myself. It’s just so much easier this way.”
Luke holds up both hands as if in surrender. “Just making sure it’s not some kind of serious low self-esteem issue. You know you’re incredibly beautiful, right?”
My jaw drops at his out of the blue compliment. “Um…riiight,” I mumble, glaring suspiciously at him. “Anyway. What’s condition number two?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. You follow my lead. I’m the award-winning actor here, so—just—just go with it.” He points at me. “I think I can really sell us as a couple.”
I frown thunderously at him. “Really, there’s no need. Just nod and smile, and hang out next to me. Everyone knows I’m not the PDA type.”
Luke gives an exaggerated sigh. “Oh, Andi,” he says sadly. “You really have no imagination.”
“Oh, don’t you worry about it,” I growl. “Is that all?”
“Also, you owe me a favor. But we’ll talk about that another day.” He sits up straight, and smirks playfully. “So, Anderson Kelly, do you agree to these conditions?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Awesome,” Luke says, and nods his head like I said yes. He claps his hands together excitedly. “Alright! Let’s do this.”
He looks around my room as if searching for a place to start. I ignore him and walk over to my dresser to get a change of clothes. Maybe I should just lock him in the bathroom now. But how would I get him in there? I would have to drug him, I guess.
“So, what’s next?” he asks. “What are we doing now?”
“I’m taking a shower. Then we’re finding you a place to stay.”
Luke puts on his best smoldering look, the one that makes girls across the internet swoon and wet themselves. “What, I’m not staying in here with you?”
“I was actually about to suggest a nice motel, but I bet Ellen would let you stay in the mother-in-law house in the back,” I say, pointing out my window. “No one’s lived there since her mom died in her sleep in that house. We could air it out, give you some new sheets—it will be good as new. There’s a bathroom and a kitchen.”
Luke gets up to look out the window at the little house sitting in corner of the backyard. While he’s preoccupied, I absently run my gaze over his broad shoulders and lean muscled torso, clad in his favorite blue T&C
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