By the time Windstone returned with a second tray, this one laden with cutlery and a silver carafe of coffee, Lucas had already decided his office was cursed. The air was too warm, his pulse too fast, and every voice around him sounded like nails on glass. If he stayed in that chair another five minutes, someone was going to be insulted.
Trevor, who could read him better than any monitor, leaned down until his mouth was near Lucas's ear. "Before you strangle a guest," he murmured, cedar and amusement wrapping around the words, "let's move this to the dining room."
Windstone caught the cue immediately. "Lunch is ready," he announced in his calm baritone, as though the entire scene had been scheduled. "If everyone would follow me."
