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Chapter Six
“I was askedif you are a serial killer, so I just want to make sure that we’re all good here, and you’re not here to chop me into pieces.” I smile at Luke from across the diner table.
“If I was a serial killer, do you think I would answer you honestly?” He tilts his head and grins at me.
“Shouldn’t it be like if you ask a cop if they’re a cop, they have to answer you honestly?”
“I don’t really think that applies. However, to answer your question honestly, no. I’m not here to chop you up into pieces.”
“Can I get that in writing? My friend is really adamant.”
Luke pushes his hand in his jacket pocket and pulls out his wallet. He digs in and finds a receipt. He asks the passing waiter to use his pen and after scribbling something on the paper, he hands it back to me with a smile.
“Happy?” he asks.
“Hold on.” I get up from my seat and walk over to the booth a few feet away with Missy and Valerie sitting patiently. I hand them the receipt and then return to Luke who is watching my every movement.
“Good friends. I like that,” he notes with a smile.
“You like that they’re suspicious of you?”
“No, I like that they have your back. Those are good friends to have,” he says as he looks over his shoulder at them, smiles, and waves. “Should we invite them to join us?” he asks, returning his gaze to me.
“No. They just came here to make sure that all is clear. They got what they came for.” I cover and cup my hands over my mouth. “And they will be leaving now,” I yell at them.
Luke laughs into his hand.
“I know we briefly talked over the past few days, but I was serious when I said that I want to get to know you,” he says, folding his hands in front of him on the top of the table.
“Well, what more do you want to know? I think we covered all the basics on the phone.”
“True, but there’s so much more to getting to know someone.”
“You mean, physically?” I ask, hoping for a little more making out with my eyebrows wiggling.
“I guess in time that plays a role too. But now I know that you have good friends, you work at the bar as a server slash waitress, and you grew up here in Mercy.”
“I also have a thing for buying office supplies and workout clothes even though I have no need for so many pens and Post-Its, and I don’t work out. What are your quirks?”
“I work a lot, and when I’m not working, I’m trying to think of ways to work.” He shrugs.
“Work-a-holic then. So how did you manage to get away and come here?”
“When I want something, I make the time.”
“Oh yeah, what do you want?” I ask with a sly smile.
“You. Ever since I looked up from my chart, you have been the only thing that’s on my mind. I know it’s not proper for a doctor to be interested in a patient as much as I’m interested in you, but I can’t help myself.” He reaches his hand across the table and lays it on top of mine.
“That’s a good answer,” I return his smile.
We discuss more details about one another, and by the time we’re finished with eating, I want to crawl into Dr. McHottie’s lap and make out with him. We haven’t had much physical contact since he’s arrived aside from a chaste kiss on the cheek and a little on-top-of-the-table handholding.
We’re walking along the sidewalk after leaving the diner, holding hands in a comfortable silence, when I stop and turn to him.
“Are you going back to Hollybrooke tonight?” I ask.
“I wasn’t sure about what would happen yet. I originally came out here with the intention of getting to know you. I like what I’ve gotten to know, and I want to keep getting to know you. I didn’t make any plans; I didn’t want to sound too eager.”
