"Naomi Kenway?!" Luke Lowell's mouth hung open, his brow deeply furrowed. "How can that possibly be Naomi Kenway? She doesn't look like that at all! The Naomi I know is a terrifying shrew, not this beautiful!"
Ethan Shaw set down his pen, not wanting to argue the point. "Why are you back from abroad all of a sudden? 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 hung up on the woman he'd just glimpsed. "Cousin, let me get another look at that beauty! If you won't give me her contact info, at least let me feast my eyes on her!"
The popular idol, with his countless fans, expertly turned on the charm. "Just one more look. Don't be so stingy, Cousin!"
His pestering was giving Ethan Shaw a headache. He had no choice but to hand the phone over again. "I told you, it's Naomi Kenway."
