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loveseat next to the Adams’s granddaughter.
    What is Kaitlyn doing here?
    Kaitlyn looked up and caught his gaze. He felt like a lovesick teenager. His heart raced, and his mouth felt dry and refused to cooperate; he needed to say something, but nothing would come out. She literally took his breath away.
    She sat at the edge of the loveseat holding a glass of water. The white dress she was wearing was entirely too revealing. Her long legs were pressed together and tilted to the side. He could see the coding scroll through her calves, and he had to force himself to look away. He searched the room until his eyes settled on a painting in the corner. It was black, red, and white and he had no idea what it was supposed to depict. It looked like a bunch of paint splatters to him, but something told him it was worth a fortune.
    “Lucas, I’m so glad you could join us tonight,” Professor Adams said, offering a hand. “My wife has been dying to have you as a dinner guest for some time.”
    “A dinner guest?” Lucas sputtered, shaking his superior’s hand. “I thought you had to see me about work?”
    The elder man tutted. “My dear boy. Sometimes work needs to be set aside, and we just need to enjoy one another’s company.”
    Lucas felt like he was being set up, but he had no idea why. What could that Adam’s possible want with him.

Chapter Six
    W hat is he doing here? Tearing her eyes away from Lucas she glanced at Quess.
    Kaitlyn stared blankly at the girl, but Quess just smiled innocently back. Kaitlyn had a feeling Quess knew all along. She really was good at keeping secrets.
    She should have told her that Lucas was coming for dinner. Not that it would have made a difference. She was interested in seeing him outside of the clinical environment.
    Taking a deep breath, Kaitlyn composed herself. She could do this. It was just dinner after all, and Lucas had no idea of her hidden desire to rip his clothes off and trail her lips up the length of his body. She felt heat rush to her face, but her system quickly regulated it.
    He looked even more attractive than usual tonight. The light blue button-up matched his eyes, making them stand out even more, and it was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a white t-shirt underneath. His khaki pants hung loosely at his hips and stretched over his muscular thighs. Kaitlyn absently wondered when he had time to work out. He seemed to always be at the lab.
    Lucas shifted from one foot to the other. A sign that he was uncomfortable. He seemed just as shocked to see her as she was to see him. He shoved his hands in his pockets and then pulled them out as if he was unsure what to do with his hands.
    His gaze settled on her as he said, “Kaitlyn, it’s nice to see you here. I didn’t know you visited the Adams’s home.”
    His rich, deep voice sent a strange feeling down her spine. It was almost as if a chill were in the air even though the fireplace ensured the room was a warm seventy-eight degrees, according to Kaitlyn’s internal thermometer.
    The sensations Lucas caused within her were confusing, and she was unable to process the meaning. When she scanned her mind, it came up blank. Yet again proof that computers don’t know everything , she thought, slightly annoyed.
    “This is the first time I have been,” Kaitlyn said. “Quess invited me for dinner.”
    At least her mind and mouth were cooperating; that wasn’t always the case in the presence of Lucas. Her hands were clammy with sweat, and her stomach felt funny. She wondered if that was what Quess meant by butterflies dancing in her stomach.
    “Nanny, it smells like dinner is ready,” Quess interjected, saving Kaitlyn from the awkwardness.
    Mrs. Adams sniffed the air, and then leveled her gaze on her granddaughter. “Why, yes, I do believe you’re right, dear. Let’s all go to the kitchen.”
    Kaitlyn rose swiftly, turning on her heel and heading in the direction of the kitchen with the rest of them close behind. The