"Naomi Kenway??!" Luke Lowell's mouth hung slightly open, his brow deeply furrowed. "How can that possibly be Naomi Kenway? She looks nothing like that! The Naomi I know is a total battle-ax, not this beautiful!"
Ethan Shaw set down his pen, not wanting to argue the point. "Why are you suddenly back from abroad? Weren't you on a world tour?"
"The tour ended three days ago. You don't care about me at all, cousin." Luke Lowell shrugged, still fixated on the beautiful woman he'd just glimpsed. "Come on, cousin, let me see that hottie again. Even if you won't give me her number, at least let me get an eyeful!"
The popular idol, a master at winning over his countless fans, put on a cute act. "Just one more look. Don't be so stingy, cousin!"
Ethan Shaw, getting a headache from his pestering, had no choice but to hand the phone over again. "I told you, it's Naomi Kenway."
Luke Lowell snatched the phone as if afraid he'd change his mind and studied the beautiful woman in the picture.
