The Exposure

   Meagan snickered.

   “Is she like that with everyone?” he asked.

   “Only the men who are really hot.” She stopped and tilted her head. “No, scratch that. She’s like that with anyone who has a penis.”

   “I fear for all the males in the world.”

   They ate in silence for a few minutes, watching the people passing by. A little girl walking with her mom and dad saw them and pulled her parents to a halt.

   “Mommy, look. Daddy, look.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “It’s a princess.”

   Luke glanced at Meagan to see if she’d heard. She had. She waved at the child, then blew her a kiss and waved.

   The little girl squealed with delight and waved back. “You’re so pretty.”

   Meagan smiled and nodded in acknowledgment, looking exactly like the princess she’d been mistaken for. The mom bent down and whispered in her daughter’s ear and the child nodded enthusiastically.

   “’Bye, ’bye, princess.” She waved as her parents led her down the sidewalk.

   “So sweet,” Luke said when the trio was out of sight.

   “She was,” Meagan said wistfully. “I love how children see the world for all its good and believe everything is full of magic.”

   “Damn shame anyone has to grow up.”

   “I never pictured you as the Peter Pan type.”

   “I don’t want to stay a child, but when you see a little one like that? I hate to see them lose that sense of wonder.”

   “That’s rather telling.” She reached for another piece. “When did you lose yours?”

   “I was ten.”

   “What happened?”

   “My parents got a divorce.”

   Meagan nodded. “That’ll do it. Nothing like the two people who mean the most to you to decide they can’t stand each other anymore.”

   “I guess it’s hard for anyone at any age, but I felt totally blindsided.”

   “Do you see them a lot now?”

   He twisted the plastic cup Angeleno had given them for the wine. “My mom died of breast cancer six years ago. Dad remarried and is living in Texas. I don’t see him often.” Another subject he didn’t want to talk about. “How about you? How are your parents?”

   “My father was a fireman and died in the line of duty. My mom was never the same after and died a few years ago.”

   His heart ached for the grief he heard in her voice. “I’m so sorry.”

   She shook it off. “Now, my dad’s parents are still alive. They’ve been married eighty years.”

   Luke gave a low whistle. “Eighty years?”

   “Don’t be too impressed. I’m certain they only stayed married to piss the other off.”

   “I don’t care. That’s a long-ass time to stay married out of spite. We should change the subject—this is depressing,” he said.

   Meagan took another slice of pizza. “Let’s talk about how it’s possible I’ve lived in New York for as long as I have and I’ve never tried this pizza.”

   “Don’t forget we have cannoli.”

   “I never forget dessert.”

   He waited until she’d finished the slice she had in her hand before opening the container holding the pastry. But when she reached for it, he shook his head. “Nope. Let me.”

   She narrowed her eyes slightly, but parted her lips.

   “There we go,” he said, slipping it into her mouth.

   “Oh, man. This is better than the pizza and I didn’t think that was possible.” Her tongue darted out and licked her lips, capturing the sugar gathered there. She gave a happy sigh and he wished he could join her, but the sight of her licking her lips made him too damn hard to join in and act content.

   “I don’t know about the session tonight,” she said. “All these carbs.”

   “You’ll do fine.” He reached over and encircled her wrist with his thumb and forefinger. “Besides, you’re too skinny. You won’t even notice the carbs on you.”

   “Bet I will.”

   He stroked her wrist with his thumb. “Bet I can make you forget all about them.”

   * * *

   Meagan shivered from the faint contact Luke made with her skin. The way his fingers moved against the sensitive area on the underside of her wrist gave her just enough of a hint of how they would feel along other parts of her body. More than that, though, it made her want his touch. Want him.

   If she closed her eyes, she could pull from her memory how his fingers felt years ago. Then, his touch was certainly knowledgeable, but it had lacked a certain confidence that he clearly had now. She had a feeling that as much as he had rocked her world all those years ago, he would put her in such a spin now, she might never recover.

   He sat beside her, watching her with those observant Dom eyes that didn’t miss anything. She couldn’t help but notice that his eyes had grown dark. Touching her affected him just as much as it did her. His touch grew lighter and lighter until his fingers left her wrist completely.

   “Are you finished eating?” he asked, his voice husky.

   “Yes,” she answered, and she had the strange feeling she was agreeing to something else.

   He stood and helped her to her feet; then they both collected the litter. Luke folded the tablecloth and tucked it under his arm, saying he’d return it to Angeleno later. When the area was clean and they left the park, it was dusk.

   By the time they reached Luke’s house, it was dark, though the clear sky allowed the full moon to show off. Luke appeared pleased with the light it provided. He stepped out of the car and nodded. She thought she heard a murmured “Perfect” as he helped her out.