Chapter 39

But now, sitting at Lucas’s table with a veritable buffet of Chinese dishes laid out before us, neither one of us said a word. For the first time in a long time, an uncomfortable silence grew between us. I finally got tired of the quiet and of pushing things around on my plate. I set my fork down and looked at him pointedly.

Lucas seemed incredibly interested in his lo mein.

I slipped lower in my chair until I could nudge him with my foot. The barest hint of a smile started to work its way onto his face. I grinned and then shoved my toes underneath the hem of his jeans and pressed them against his shin. He put down his fork and finally looked at me.

“Hi.”

His laugh was small. “Hi.”