CHAPTER 28: First Spark of Anger

  Even though it was just a light, fleeting kiss, it left my heart pounding erratically.

  Not helping matters, several onlookers were openly watching us. Embarrassed didn't even begin to describe how I felt.

  Lucas seemed to enjoy my flustered reaction, the curve of his lips widening into a grin. He suddenly reached out and pinched my cheek.

  "Why are you so cute? You're even blushing."

  Instinctively, I covered my burning face, mumbling softly, "I'm 26 years old. You're calling me cute?"

  He chuckled. "Even if you were 62, you'd still be cute to me."

  I looked at him, momentarily lost in thought.

  When I'm 62, will he still be by my side? Will he still be my husband, or will he have someone else in his arms, whispering the same sweet words?

  On the way home, Lucas drove leisurely, the vibrant cityscape retreating behind us like a slow-moving film.

  Halfway back, traffic came to a sudden stop.