“I missed you. I want to be with you, Luce, no one else.” Her heart thundered in her ears. “But people expect you to stay. Won’t they be upset?”
“That’s my Luce. Okay, listen for a second.” He held up a finger. “What did you hear?”
“Music. Voices. Laughter.”
“Exactly. The party goes on without me.”
“I’m not sure how to take that, Liam.”
“I’ll tell you.” He took her hands. “Lucy Watson, when I lost you, I lost my guide, my conscience, my—”
His words triggered feelings she couldn’t hide or control. She kissed him with a hunger that had been lurking deep inside. For a moment, she forgot worries and fears. Then she moved away from him. Hadn’t she been the one discouraging their relationship? Her cheeks burned.
His hand came around her waist, and the familiar glint lit his eyes. “I want us to spend tonight together.” He searched her face. Hope whirled and rose higher. “What do you say, Luce?” His voice was low, husky.
“One night?” Her last chance with him was now. “Yes.”
He smiled, bent to kiss her, and stepped back. “Hold on.” He walked to the window.
What was he doing? He’d changed his mind? Already? “I thought…”