Turning around, I offer them a glass, and Lucas gets out of his seat and moves to one at the back. I bite the inside of my cheek—well, I guess that shows that he really doesn’t want to see me.
“Don’t serve him,” Keir says.
I nod, and he shakes his hand at my offered glass.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t aware this was your flight,” I tell him.
“I’ll be fixing that,” Keir says abruptly, and I move back to the front of the cabin. I try to stay in the galley for most of the flight, only coming out to offer light refreshments and drinks, but they hardly take any. The only welcoming ones are Piper and Sailor, and even that grows more reserved as the flight continues on.
As soon as we land, I stand at the door as I always do, thanking them for flying with us.
Sailor tells me I must come out later, and Piper simply smiles as she leaves.
Keir doesn’t look my way, and neither does Joey.
Lucas is the last to leave.
He stays in his seat, and when I look back, I can tell he’s waiting for me.
“No more whoring for you?” he asks, his hands gripping either side of the chair.
“I haven’t done that in a long time, and you know it!”
Tension is rife, and I’m not sure if it’s hate or lust.
“I’m glad.” He stands and slowly makes his way to me. His scent is the first to hit me hard. I’ve almost forgotten how good he smells. “You look good. Red suits you.” He reaches up and touches my hair. I lift my hand to swat his away, but he grips hold of it and glances down, squeezing.
“Please let go of me.”
Lucas drops my hand instantly like it burns him. “You’re married?” he asks, emotion now gone and replaced with cold, deadly Lucas.
“Engaged,” I correct him.
“I see. So leaving me was good for you, then.”
“I’m sure it would be good for anyone.” I smile. It’s a sarcastic reaction, but the response I get in return is as if I’d slapped him hard in the face.
With that, he turns and walks down the stairs, not looking back.
Chapter Eleven
Lucas
“Do not even think about it,” Keir warns.
“What?” I ask, annoyed.
“I can see it in your eyes. You’re trying to work out how to see Chanel again.”
“That was not my fault. I’ve held up our end of the deal.”
“It’s for life, Lucas. You know this,” he warns me.
Sailor pulls Keir’s face away and kisses his lips. She always knows how to calm him.
“I saw the ring,” Joey says as we drive. “You saw it, right?”
“I did.”