“Truth, Darcy,” Lucas said. “How’s everything going? For real.”I stumbled and he put out a hand to steady me, which didn’t help since the sudden warmth of his touch made me even more klutzy.“I’m okay,” I said, once I’d figured how to walk again.“You’re lying,” he said conversationally, like he’d asked me about the weather. He tossed his long dark hair out of his eyes and I swallowed, trying to maintain my composure. “You’re worried about something. More than usual, I mean.”My lips parted in surprise. “How can you tell?”He shrugged. “I just can.” I gazed down at Toby, whose tail wagged at warp speed. “It might help to talk about it,” Lucas said, his voice soft.I glanced at him, startled at the intensity I saw in his eyes. I turned away, pretending to be interested in the jumble of model airplane kits in the window of the run-down hobby store.His hand brushed mine, lacing our fingers briefly, but before I could catch my breath, he released my hand and took hold of Toby’s leash. He cleared his throat. “That’s what friends are for, right?”
Friends. Right. Of course. I let go of the leash, letting Lucas take over. “Yeah,” I said, my voice a little wobbly. We walked in silence and I wondered if I’d hallucinated the whole almost-held-my-hand thing.“If you don’t tell me what’s up, I’ll just ask Charlie.”I took a deep breath. Inhale calm. Exhale obsessive need to analyze potential hand-holding event.

a Rafflecopter giveaway