The words lingered in the air.
Your woman.
For the first time since the conversation began, Lucas Grant almost choked.
A sharp breath caught in his throat, his hand instinctively rising to his collar as if something had suddenly tightened around it. Heat crept up the back of his neck, an unfamiliar sensation for someone who prided himself on maintaining control in every situation.
Across the table, Axel blinked. Then slowly turned his head, movements deliberately measured. He looked at their mother with barely concealed delight.
Bianca, however, appeared completely unbothered by the sudden tension she'd created. In fact, she looked... expectant. Almost pleased with herself, as though she'd just made the most logical observation in the world.
"What?" she asked, glancing between both her sons, clearly confused by their reactions. Her brow furrowed slightly, genuine bewilderment crossing her features.
