45. Luke
LUKE
Twenty minutes later, we’re dressed and heading to the breakfast. Harper’s wearing one of my shirts over her jeans, and the sight of her in my clothes does something primal to my brain. I take her hand, knowing she’s feeling nervous about our outed relationship.
The kitchen smells like coffee and bacon. Emma’s at the sink, and Jake’s leaning against the counter next to her with a mug in his hand. They both look up when we walk in.
“Morning,” Emma says brightly, her eyes dancing with amusement. “Sleep well?”
“Nope,” I say cheerily, grinning when Harper backhands my stomach.
Jake scans me, and then he offers me a hint of a smile.
I go to the counter and grab two mugs and pour us coffee. Harper comes over and doctors hers, and I memorize how she takes it. She notices me watching and lifts her brow.
“So. This.” Emma gestures between me and Harper. “Does Sheriff Garrett know?”
“God, no.” Harper shakes her head as she takes a seat at the table. “He’d lose his shit.”
“Because of Luke specifically?” Jake asks.
“Partly, but he’d have had a fit regardless of who I dated.” Harper makes a face. “He has opinions about who I should and shouldn’t be involved with.”
Jake escorts Emma to the table, holding out a chair for her. “So we’re all agreed?”
“About what?” Emma asks as she sits.
“That Luke somehow landed a woman completely out of his league.”
Harper snorts. Then she looks at me and winks.
And in that one perfect moment, I realize I have everything I ever wanted right here on Blackthorn Ranch.