Chapter 27

Lucas studied Layla as she joined him for breakfast, her face blank, her eyes uninformative. He reckoned she would make a good poker player, and the challenge of that talent in a potential wife amused him. "Well?" he prompted grimly, still annoyed that she had forced him to wait for her answer. Layla sipped at her tea, wishing that Lucas didn’t look quite so amazing first thing in the morning when she felt washed out and weary. There he was with his dark golden eyes alive with potent leaping energy, his blue-black hair still damp from the shower and his hard jawline close shaven. He wore yet another one of those remarkably well-tailored suits that beautifully defined his lean, muscular build. I’ll say yes because you really haven’t given me a choice.’