Lucas's eyes flicked up from the page, green bright with equal parts disbelief and irritation. "You cannot be serious."
Trevor's mouth curved into that dangerous little half‑smile, the kind that said he knew exactly how to ruin a morning without even trying. "Mm. Just a quick drop‑in. He said something about checking the guest wing… and reminding me of some old agreement I'm definitely going to ignore."
Lucas closed the book slowly, deliberately, his expression caught somewhere between murderous and resigned. "You knew. You knew, and you let me think we had peace."
Trevor tipped his head back against the headboard, his laughter low and unrepentant. "Technically, we do have peace… for the next few hours."
Lucas pressed the book to his chest like a shield. "Trevor Fitzgeralt, if that man even knocks on this door before I've had breakfast and an uninterrupted day of laziness, I swear…"
