Chapter 94

Lucas stood at the rail, broad shoulders straight as an axe blade and rigid with tension until he relocated Layla again. He noted that she was dancing just at the edge of the floor, and he wondered if she planned to join him again. Or was she expecting him to chase after her? Lucas didn’t chase: he had never had to go to that much effort with a woman. Consequently, he should’ve been irritated by her behaviour, but he was not, and he didn’t understand that.

What was it about her? She had extraordinary eyes, he recalled, as pale and translucent green as a piece of sea glass he had once picked up off a beach as a boy. And just as the sea fascinated him, she did as well. He was down the stairs before he even knew he was planning to retrieve her.

"Can't," he informed her with a wry look when she studied him expectantly. ‘No sense of rhythm’

Lucas stood there in front of Layla like a very large statue frozen in place. Her breath hitched in her throat as she looked up into his exotically dar