Katyln Lukas didn't flinch. In fact, his smirk only widened, his stormy grey eyes gleaming with a dark, captivated heat as he met my glare. He leaned forward, resting his large hands on the table, unbothered by the interrogation."Your sister is a very practical woman, Evan," Lukas said, his husky baritone smooth and convincing. He looked at my family, his voice dropping into a warm, intimate register. "She isn't the type to care about a cliché, theatrical proposal with rose petals and cameras. We had a long, private conversation about our future, and we both realized we didn't want to waste any time. We decided together. It was practical, efficient, and exactly how she wanted it."Practical? Efficient? He was making me sound like a corporate merger. I kicked him hard under the table, my sneaker connecting directly with his shin.Lukas didn't even flinch. His jaw just tightened, a low, rumbling vibration humming in his chest that told me he felt it, but he kept that perfect, dazzli
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