Free Hanging by a Moment (From this Moment Book 1) by Eva Walker Page B

sure Luke has filled him in on my life’s most embarrassing episode.
    Ha ha! He clearly finds Luke’s little joke very amusing.
    “Bite me!” I snap at Luke.
    “I prefer if you did the biting.” He laughs, his blue eyes twinkling.
    Shit! I frown wondering if I did bite him that night in my sleep.
    Almost instantly he answers me as if he read my mind. “Nope, don’t worry you didn’t bite me. But you will. Soon. ” He winks at me.
    My tongue feels like lead in my mouth. His words make my blood rush through my veins. Luke confuses me.  Sometimes he makes it seem like he is interested in me and at other times he can’t seem to stand being in the same room as me.
    And at that same exact moment, Luke and I notice that Brit and Travis have stopped talking to each other and are rather quiet. A quick glance in their direction and I find two pairs of wide curious blue eyes staring at us with very a smug surprised look on each of their faces.
    Brit is all bug eyed watching Luke and me with utmost interest. I will never hear the end of this!
    “Sometimes I wonder about you two... the man hater versus the ladies’ man.” Travis scratches his chin, looking confused.
    Travis’s last two words has peaked my interest. What did he mean by ‘ladies man’? What is it that I don’t know about Luke? Did he leave behind some kind of reputation in his old school? Perhaps that is what he needed to get away from. So what was he like into drugs or something? Whatever it is, it is clear that Travis knows. And I know he will not breathe a word. That is one thing about Travis. He is as trust worthy as they come. Maybe I should do an internet search on Luke later. I make a mental note to myself.
    “Baby, wondering about these two will make you turn gray.” Brit giggles. Turning to face Travis, she questions him, her voice very suggestive. “So when are we going to use these?” She dangles the metal handcuffs in front of him, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
    “We could try handcuffing these two together.” Travis laughs.
    “Fuck off.” Luke tells him playfully. “Come on Trav, you need to shower man. You are stinking up the girls’ room.”
    “Let’s go wing man. Later, baby.” One loud wet kiss later before the boys leave our room.
     
    I wait for Brit to go in the shower first before I can fire up my laptop. I lie to her telling her I need to check if my mom responded to my email. She buys my excuse leaving me alone without getting suspicious.
    I take a deep breath as I type the name ‘Luke Greyson’ into the search engine and hit the enter button. I pray to God I am ready for whatever it is that I find. Within seconds the search engine brings up loads of pages detailing articles on the young Mr Greyson.
    I click on the first article. It is about Luke’s scholarship at MFU. Nothing here that I do not already know.
    I click on the second page. It is some society magazine article that highlights his attendance at some extravagant ball. I wonder how often he attends events like this. And with who? I scroll down the screen looking for the image that the page mentions. And freeze when I find it.
    My heart stops beating. Cold shivers run through my body.
    My eyes are fixed on the image before me. But I my eyes are not focused on Luke who is looking dashing in a three piece suit. Instead I am gaping at the young gorgeous blonde supermodel at Luke’s side. Feeling like I have just been kicked in the gut as I read, then re-read, the caption at the bottom of the image. The caption describes the beautiful supermodel as a certain Miss Jameson... Mr Luke Greyson’s fiancée.
    His what the fuck?
    For a few seconds the room feels like it is spinning around me. I close my eyes and count to ten. Opening them I read the caption once more.
    Fiancée? I suck in a deep breath, trying to calm myself.
    He is engaged. Why? But he is still so young? My subconscious collapses.
    From somewhere deep in my brain a voice speaks to me – trying