He unlocked the doors and they slid in. It was cold inside, but he started the engine to let warm air filter in. The familiar smell of Luke—and even the old cigarette smoke smell—comforted her and she breathed it in greedily.
“Stay with me again tonight,” he requested quietly, his hands resting on the steering wheel, letting the windows defrost.
Her head snapped to him. Deep down, she wanted to. So very much. But…Luke Branford was worming his way into her heart, slowly but steadily. She feared he’d make a permanent home if she kept him too close.
Biting her lip, her indecision shone on her features. “I don’t know, Luke.”
“Stay,” he said again. “I don’t want to sleep in that bed with your smell all over the sheets, knowing you’re not there to keep me warm.”
Her breath whooshed out of her body. She could already feel herself starting to cave. The thought of curling into his body tonight was heavenly. But she still shook her head. “We have work tomorrow. I don’t have my work clothes.”
“We’ll stop by your apartment tonight so we don’t have to in the morning,” he answered simply. Everything was simple for him. She liked that about him. “Stay with me, Kate.” He switched tactics. “Just give me a ‘yes’ or a ‘no.’”
She stared at him, feeling warmth seep back into her flesh. The windows were almost completely defrosted, so he’d either take her home and say goodbye for the night or they’d go back to Luke’s. The thought of going back to her apartment left her cold. She wanted to smell sage and cedar wood when she drifted off to sleep tonight.
She made her decision.