Current by Abby McCarthy Read Free Book Online

clothes. I’m pulling my skirt up when Lucas walks in wearing black boxer briefs.
    Damn him and his sculpted chest. It’s a freaking beacon waiting to be touched. Seriously, I’m annoyed with him. I need to stop drooling. “Have you seen my shirt?” I ask.
    “Come here,” he walks towards me with open arms, “Don’t be mad at me. I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just that I like you and I feel like we could have something. I know we got together fast last night, but it felt right. It feels right.”
    With his words, I curl into him. I can't stay mad at him. After a few minutes, I look up at him, “Let’s get something to eat.”
    He grins at me. I grin back. We separate, get dressed and make our way to the diner.
    ***
    The diner is a grease pit. It doesn't seem like the cleanest place, but the food must be good because the entire dining room is full. We put our name on an list and stand shoulder to shoulder with people in the waiting area . It’s a complete clusterfuck. After ten minutes or so, a waitress who is also acting as a hostess calls our name. There is a small booth that’s opened up.
    Lucas sits down and I sit across from him. Plastic menus are set in front of us and a waitress with bags under her eyes says in a rushed voice, “What can I get you to drink?”
    “Coffee and a water for me,” I say.
    “I’ll have the same,” Lucas adds.
    The waitress nods then walks away as I look over the menu. “What’s good here?” I ask.
    “Pancakes, waffles, omelets, eggs benedict. Their hollandaise sauce is amazing,” he tells me.
    “Sold,” I set down the menu, not needing to look at it any longer. “What are you going to get?”
    “Bacon pancakes.” He places his menu down on top of mine and sets them on the edge of the table.
    “Bacon pancakes, seriously?”
    “Yup.”
    “That can't be good for you,” I shake my head and smile at him.
    “Everything's better with bacon,” he deadpans.
    The waitress returns, sets our drinks down and takes our order.
    “Ever have a bacon milkshake?” he asks after she walks away.
    “No, that sounds disgusting.”
    “It’s not. It’s amazing.
    “Only you would like bacon on everything.” Those words slip past my lips and I freeze.
    “What did you pack?” Jake asks me as he pulls his foil wrapped sandwich from his backpack.
    “Mom made me a BLT,” I say sitting down on the bank by the water.
    “Let me see your sandwich.”
    “Why?” I ask.
    “Just let me see it.” He sits next to me and reaches out his hand waiting for me to hand it over. I am amused with what Jake will do next so I pretend to hand him the sandwich. As soon as he reaches for it, I pull it back and giggle.
    “June, sandwich,” he says again a smile dances all over his face.
    I hand him the sandwich and watch as he opens it, snags off two pieces of bacon, opens his peanut butter and jelly sandwich and places the bacon right in the middle of his sandwich.
    “Jake, that’s just gross!”
    “It’s so good. You should try it.”
    “There is no way I will try that!”
    “Your loss,” he says with a mouthful of bacon and PB&J.
    “Only you would like bacon on everything.”
    He grins at me. There is a smudge of peanut butter at the corner of his mouth. I want to wipe it away with my thumb, but I’m still too nervous.
    “June?” Lucas asks. Oh shit. I must’ve gotten lost in the memory. My heart beats rapidly and I feel the beat behind my eyes all the way to my fingertips. I blink once, then twice. I need to get a grip. It’s not him. He’s not Jake.
    “Are you okay?”
    I realize I still haven't answered him. He grabs my hand. I wonder if he can feel how rapidly my heart is beating. “I’m, I’m okay.” I inhale deeply steadying my nerves, then take a sip of my hot coffee.
    “What was that?” concern lacing his voice.
    “I’m not really sure,” I lie. I don't want to admit him how much he reminds me of Jake. I like Lucas. I like Lucas and don't want him