a major crush on Krista, but it was also obvious that Krista wasnât interested. At least it was obvious to Luke.
âI really appreciate this,â she said.
âWhat, driving you home?â
âAnd offering to be my undercover bodyguard.â
âItâs nothing.â
âYeah, you havenât seen my handyman list of chores yet.â
He appreciated her sense of humor when he knew she must still be rattled by tonightâs assault.
âAs long as you donât ask me to rewire the place. Not so good with electrical.â
âHow about hanging Christmas lights? The Christmas tea events start before Thanksgiving. Have to satisfy the tourists who come out here to shop for Christmas.â
âSmart businesswoman.â
âI try.â
âThatâs why you wonât close, even for a few days? We could wrap this thing up and youâd beââ
âI said no to Alan and Iâve known him for ten years. What makes you think Iâm going to change my answer for you?â
âI carry a badge?â
âNot impressed, sorry.â She smiled.
He snapped his gaze from her and stared hard at the tree-lined street ahead. He had to. That adorable smile threatened to make him forget why he was in Wentworth.
âSo, whatâs the deal with Alan?â he said.
âHeâs a nice guy.â
âBut?â Luke pushed.
âBut what?â
âItâs obvious he likes you, a lot.â
âI know.â She slumped back against the seat.
âBut you donât return the feelings. So, whatâs the problem?â Luke mentally scolded himself. He had no right asking her such a personal question. Yet a part of him wanted to know what qualities a woman like Krista looked for in a man.
âThe problem is, Iâm an independent woman. I know Alanâs type. Heâd suffocate me.â
âAh, the possessive type?â
âPossessive, protective, controlling.â
âSounds like thereâs a story there.â
âI donât like to gossip.â
Just as well, Luke didnât want her sharing personal feelings about another man. He shouldnât care.
But he did.
They pulled onto her street and a handful of cars were lined up in front of her house.
âThe partyâs still going?â she said, with a desperate quiver to her voice.
âI doubt it. Theyâre probably hanging around to make sure youâre okay.â
He pulled into the driveway and eyed the house. Light spilled out from the windows, giving it a warm and inviting glow. If only the houseful of friends would stay 24/7. The power in numbers would surely keep Krista safe.
But then these locals didnât know about the real danger threatening Krista.
Natalie rushed to the passenger side of the car and yanked open the door. âYouâre okay, thank God.â
Krista got out of the car and Natalie gave her a hug.
âIâm fine, just a headache,â Krista said.
Just a headache? He bet her head throbbed like a jackhammer pounding cement. Luke got out of the car and followed the women to the house.
Krista slowed as they approached the back porch. âWhoâs inside?â
âTimothy, Julie Sass and the girls and Pastor White. Theyâre helping clean up and they wanted to make sure you were okay. Donât worry, theyâre not staying.â
Krista sighed. âThanks.â
Natalie led Krista toward the house and Luke hesitated. âKrista?â
She turned to Luke.
âDonât forget, Iâm close.â He pointed to the garage.
âYou could always come inside and help us clean up,â Natalie said.
But he couldnât, couldnât handle being surrounded by so much love, so much compassion.
âItâs okay,â Krista said, touching his coat sleeve. âYouâve done plenty. Thanks.â
Natalie looped her arm through Kristaâs and led her up the porch steps. As
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