Luc rose swiftly, turning to me as he extended a hand. My gaze dropped to it. He wiggled his fingers. I didn’t need to take his hand. I could stand on my own, but I took it anyway, somewhat welcoming the charge of electricity that pulsed between us.

A tumble of bronze waves fell over his forehead as his fingers curled around mine. He smiled, and it reached those eyes of his and it reached something in me. Luc turned away.

I let myself smile then, when he couldn’t see, and it was huge and wide, reflecting all the weird, messy, exciting, and unknown feelings banging around inside me. I smiled like I hadn’t in days. Maybe weeks.

“Knew it,” he murmured.

Yanking my hand free, I smacked his back and I smacked it hard. “Dammit, Luc!”

He laughed.

“Stay out of my head.”

Luc looked over his shoulder at me. His lips curled into a teasing grin as those stunning violet eyes met mine. “Anything you wish, Peaches. Anything.”