She blinked up at him, and when she realized who he was, she blushed. "Hey there."
"Got any leftover pretzels, or did you toss those out already?"
She nodded and headed for the case where five giant golden-brown pretzels twirled on a silver rack. Taking a paper tissue, she grabbed one and held it out for him.
"Hell of a game," she said. "Almost like when you were playing. 'Cept, of course, if you'd been out there, we would've won."
She nodded toward the back wall, and my gaze followed hers to a row of framed jerseys. Okay, so apparently downplaying didn't quite cover it.
Five jerseys hung from the white cinderblock wall, all displayed under a bright yellow light. In the very center were two that read "Wilder," one I assumed with Luke's number and the other with Duke's.
"It was a great game. They gave it all they had," Luke said, seemingly oblivious to my revelation. "What do I owe you?"
Jill shrugged. "On the house. Would've gone in the trash, anyway."
We said our good-byes before joining the crowd still streaming to the parking lot. When I took a bite of the salty hot dough, Luke frowned at me.
"Don't you want some mustard or cheese?"
"And sully the perfect taste of this pretzel? Not on your life." I gave him a playful shove and took another bite, thinking over what to say next. I knew what I wanted to say.
Don't take me back to the inn. Let me stay at your place tonight, and tomorrow night too. And then we can just go our separate ways and have this fun memory to take with us.
Still, it felt too forward. I couldn't exactly invite myself into someone else's home for the weekend, and even if I could . . . wasn't that a little too serious for something that we both agreed was a fling?
"Charlotte?"
I shook my head, trying to recall what Luke had been saying, but it was no use. "Huh?"
"I said, can I give you a ride to the inn?"
"Oh, yeah, that would be great." I followed him to his truck, listening to the chatter around us as people rehashed the game.
"What were we talking about?" he asked as he got behind the wheel.
I settled into the passenger seat. "I asked about college. What did you major in?"
"Business."
"For the distillery?"
His face twisted into a frown. "Not exactly."
"What does that mean?"
He glanced at me from the corner of his eye, his profile and square jaw looking as fine as hell, even in the darkened interior of the truck. "I'll tell you, but first you have to promise that you're not the jealous type."
"Jealous?" I laughed, but my stomach tightened. "What do you mean?"
"You know what jealousy looks like. Promise me you can contain yourself."
"I think I can manage." I rolled my eyes, but secretly I was wishing I was anywhere else right now.
"I had actually gone to school for business because my girlfriend at the time wanted to open a high-end spa," he explained.
I rose my eyebrows but said nothing.
"She was a real city type, and we had a plan to open her company in Dallas because that's where the clientele was. But things didn't work out that way."
"What do you mean?"
"By the time I graduated, the distillery was going under, and my dad was too. I had to come back home to lend a hand."
I shot him a glance under my lashes, a twinge of pity sizzling through me at the pain in his voice. "And Duke did the same?"
Luke nodded. "No-brainer."
"And what happened to . . ." I let the question hang in the air, studying Luke's face as I waited for him to fill in the blank. He didn't look pained anymore, but he didn't look excited to be dredging it all up either.
"Sarah," he finished for me. "She came back with me. For a while, at least. Like I said, she was the city type, and living in a small town-especially one where everyone already knew me-wasn't her style."
"I see." I nodded. "That must have been hard for you. Taking on everything and-"
"Looks like we're here." Luke cut me off as he pulled in front of the inn.
I stared at it, stunned we'd gotten here so quickly. Why did time seem to fly by so quickly when I was with him?
"Okay then. Well, thanks for that and the pretzel," I said, shaking it at him like a stick. "I had fun."
I moved to push my door open and paused, sucking in a steadying breath before turning to face Luke.
"Do you want to come in for a while?"
Chapter Thirteen