Calling Me Home (5 page)

I wasn’t sure that I’d ever been paid such a compliment by anyone. It was close to overwhelming. “Okay, so you’re my Mr. Wonderful.”

“I can live with that.” He linked his fingers through mine and nestled his head against my neck. “Are you feeling better?”

I nodded. It wasn’t possible to feel anything other than ecstatic given what he’d just said. “Much.”

“We’ve always been able to talk, Ashleigh, and now that we’re together, it doesn’t mean that should stop. In fact, in my experience, not talking, not saying how you feel, can only lead to pain.”

Now we’re together.

The words played on a loop in my head, mixing with his breath on my neck, making my brain fuzzy and my limbs loose. He sounded so sure. So solid. As if it were a done deal, a one-way street.

“Maybe you’re right.”

“Maybe?” he asked incredulously.

I giggled. “I mean, yes, you’re right about the talking, but also when you told me that we had this. Maybe you knew it all along.”

“I’m pleased the penny is finally beginning to drop. I have wisdom beyond my years when it comes to how I feel about you, and how things will work out with us. You’ll get used to it.”

“No one likes a show-off, Luke Daniels.”

“Well, you just crossed London for me in the middle of the night. You seem to like me pretty well.”

“Again with the showing off,” I whispered and dropped a kiss on his jaw. Obviously, I didn’t tell him, but he was on to something. We were together now. It made sense to me, and I felt good—no—amazing about that. “I think it’s time to tell Haven.” I dropped another kiss on his jaw.

“You ready to not care if she’s weird about it?”

“You think she’ll be weird about it?”

“No, but I want you to be sure of this—of me, of us. I don’t want you breaking up with me again if she says something you don’t like.”

He was right. I’d been all too ready to buy in to Haven’s doubts—I’d even enlarged them in my own imagination. “I think she just gave a voice to the feelings I had. Hearing them from her made them bigger than they needed to be. But, you’re no longer five seconds out of a long-term relationship, and I believe you when you tell me that I’m not the easy option for you. It’s like you’ve moved out of some rut and are embracing change for the first time ever.”

“You’re right. I’d tried to make everything around me into some kind of time warp because I thought that was what would make me happy. It’s probably been like that since my parents died. I’ve let go of that need to keep everything the same, and you’ve helped me with that. You’ve shown me how good change can be.”

He couldn’t have said anything that would have made me love him more. “You say the sweetest things.”

“I mean every word.”

“I’m ready to tell Haven.” I reached up and placed a row of kisses down his cheekbone.

“Come on.” He lifted me off his lap. “That’s reason to do some naked celebrating. Let’s get you to bed.” His phone began to buzz.

“It’s Haven,” he said. “It’s late; I wonder why she’s calling.” He silenced the call. By the time we’d made it to the bedroom, my phone was ringing. I knew before checking it would be Haven. It would be too coincidental for our phones to have gone off so close together not to be.

“I have to answer. It could be about the baby, and Jake’s out tonight.”

“Haven?” I sat on the bed and kicked off my shoes.

“Hi, sorry. Is it too late? I just tried to call Luke but he’s not answering, and neither is Jake.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I just had a weird sensation in my belly, and I got a bit freaked. I spoke to the doctor, and he said it was fine and normal and probably the baby kicking, but I just needed someone I loved to tell me that it’s going to be okay.”

Luke had stripped down to his boxers and was trying to pull my sweater over my head. He held my phone to my ear to release my arm. Placing my hand back on my phone, he pushed me back onto the bed as Haven continued to chatter.

“It’s more than okay. It’s so amazing, Haven. You’ve got a living thing inside you. It’s weird, but totally cool.”

Luke slid my jeans down my legs, followed by my underwear. I lay naked on the bed.

“So you’re okay. Do you want me to come over?” I’d have to have a cold shower before I left, but if she really wanted me to go over, I would. That was the story I was telling myself anyway.

“No, I’m fine. I just needed to hear you tell me that it’s okay. I’m just relived, that’s all.”

Luke began to drop butterfly kisses across my belly. I threaded my free hand through his hair, loving his warmth against my skin.

“How was the mixer? Oh my God? Did you get a place? I’m sorry; I’ve been whining about me and I forgot to ask. Are you a future MBA graduate?”

My gut sank. Thank God she’d know about us sooner rather than later. I hated lying to her. I twisted away from Luke. He moved to my side and rested his head on his elbow, looking at me. “I didn’t hear today. I think it will be this week though.”

“But the mixer was good?” she asked.

“Tonight was fine, but I’m really tired. Do you mind if we catch up tomorrow?”

Haven and I exchanged goodbyes, and I hung up and tossed my phone on the nightstand. Luke traced his finger along my jaw. “Is she okay?”

“Yeah, I guess it’s first-time jitters.”

“Jake will make her feel better. He knows how to handle her.”

I nodded. “I can’t believe she’s going to be a mother. I mean—”

“She’s young,” he said. It wasn’t what I’d been about to say.

“Not really. I meant, it’s such a life-changing event, and it wasn’t planned. I think she would have liked to have had a bit more time for it to be just her and Jake.”

Luke chuckled. “I’m sure Jake feels the same way.”

I got the impression from Jake that their pregnancy was exactly what he wanted. He’d been talking about kids for a while. Luke clearly saw things differently, or he was projecting his own feelings about being a father. It was evidence of how new our relationship was that we hadn’t discussed a family. Perhaps we didn’t need to. He’d been clear about not wanting kids when he was with Emma, and he’d joked with Jake when Haven said she was pregnant that he was glad it wasn’t him. I guess I had to accept that if I wanted Luke, a child wouldn’t be part of the equation. A hollowness swelled inside me.

“You okay?” he asked, stroking my hair and bringing me back to the present.

“Yeah, just feel terrible about lying to Haven.” And about giving up the possibility of being a mother.

“Don’t feel bad, beautiful. We’ll tell her tomorrow.”

Telling Haven would be the next step. I couldn’t even manage spending my sleeping hours away from Luke, so she needed to know. Still, my head was full of possibilities of how she would react.

“I need her to be on board, but I’m ready.”

“I know. She will be. She was just worried before. She thought I was going to jerk you around, or that it would all go wrong and she’d be left with a broken family. But it’s fine. It’s different now; she’ll see that.”

I placed my palm just under his ribcage and watched my hand move up and down with his breathing. “It worries me too,” I said in a small voice. “I couldn’t handle not having . . .” I had to stop talking because I could feel my voice begin to quiver. The thought of losing him and Haven was too painful.

Luke slid his hand beneath mine. “I’ll never let that happen, Ashleigh. We’ll always be family to each other. I promise.”

I took a deep breath and let myself be comforted by his words.

“How are we going to tell her? This is new and—”

“Ashleigh, this is anything but new. I’ve known you my whole life. Leave my sister to me. I’ve got it covered.”

Luke

Shopping wasn’t something I enjoyed, and I certainly would never normally interrupt a day in the office to elbow my way between shoppers, but that was exactly what I was doing. Ashleigh had made it clear that I was going overboard on the flower buying. I just felt such an urge to keep her thinking about me, to make her smile, to do things that I knew would make her happy. So I found myself making some time in the middle of the day to buy her a gift.

I rarely saw her spoil herself. I knew she’d struggled when she bought her flat, and Haven had told me that she hadn’t gone to Chicago with them because she couldn’t afford it and wouldn’t let Jake pay for her flight and hotel room. So if she couldn’t spend money on herself, I would make up for it. I had in mind what I wanted to get her. We were going to tell Haven tonight, and I wanted her to feel as good as she looked when we did. I wanted her to be thinking about what I’d do to her later, rather than nervous about dinner. I’d never bought women’s underwear before. I really wasn’t that kind of man. Emma had once told me I was the least romantic person she’d ever met, and while we’d been together, she’d been right. Ashleigh had uncovered a new side of me.

“Can I help you, sir?” One of the sales assistants asked as I wandered into the high-end boutique I’d found on Google earlier that morning.

“Yeah, I want to buy a present for . . .” We hadn’t dealt with labels yet, I’d been too concerned with letting Ashleigh set the pace. “My girlfriend.” Girlfriend sounded good, and I had to consciously stop the corners of my mouth from curling too far up. I didn’t want the sales assistant to think I was hitting on her.

“Do you have anything in mind?” she asked.

I glanced around the shop. Ashleigh would look good in any of the things in here. “Any colors you like or don’t like?” I shrugged. Perhaps this was too much too soon. I didn’t want to push, or make Ashleigh feel that what we had was all about sex. Surely she got that now?

“Any budget you had in mind?”

“I want something nice. That she would choose for herself. I don’t want her to think that I’m buying it for me.” I wasn’t sure that would be much help to the assistant, but she just smiled and led me over to one of the racks.

“What color hair does she have? And skin?”

“Almost black hair and light skin. Quite pale. She says she burns in the sun.” It was the reason we used to spend our summers underneath trees as children.

“Red would look beautiful, a deep red, like this.” She held up a bra.

I nodded. It would be gorgeous against her skin. I tried not to imagine too vividly exactly what she would look like. That would only lead to trouble.

“So were you thinking bra and panties, or maybe a bustier or garters?”

Holy crap, this was getting complicated. “What would you buy if someone gave you a gift card?”

“I’d skip the garters, buy two pairs of panties and take the bra and bustier.”

“Sounds good.” I wanted Ashleigh to love her gift, but spoiling my girlfriend was a new experience. An adjustment. Ashleigh was changing me in so many ways.

It took what seemed like an hour and a half to gift wrap the lot, which seemed an overly convoluted process that included wrapping it in white paper, boxing it, tying bows, wrapping it again—this time in black paper—and then placing it in an enormous gift bag. There was a distinct possibility that Ashleigh would think I’d bought her a car rather than just underwear.

As I headed back to work, my phone buzzed in my jacket pocket. “I don’t have any pictures of you on my phone.” I’d realized as the assistant and I were trying to decide Ashleigh’s size that I wanted a photo of her.

“Er, hello. Were you just thinking that as I was calling?”

“It’s all I’ve been thinking about. I want to get you naked and take photos.” The thought had my dick stirring in my pants.

“You’re a pervert.”

“I just love your body.” And mind and soul. “You need to learn how to accept compliments.”

“It’s just weird. I’m used to you teasing me, giving me shit for no reason at all, and then me turning round and giving it to you straight back.”

I understood why she thought it was weird, but I didn’t feel the same way. For me, the transition she’d made in my head from friend to lover had been effortless. Convincing her she could trust me was more challenging, but my emotions were very clear. “You’ll get used to it, baby. Anyway, shouldn’t you be saving lives or something? You’re not normally able to call in the middle of the day. What’s going on?”