Lucian’s reflection appeared in the dark map-room window before he spoke.
He leaned against the doorway and watched Marcus with open amusement.
“Your restraint is starting to look a great deal like desire.”
Evelyn stepped away before Lucian could turn the distance between them into part of his game.
Marcus didn’t reach for her.
He folded the demobilization plan, placed it beneath her hand, and faced the door.
“This room was reserved for military work.”
Lucian smiled. “Then perhaps the general should stop making it look so pleasurable.”
Evelyn’s fingers closed around the map.
Marcus went still.
Pressure gathered around him without a single wasted movement.
Even then, he looked at Evelyn first.
He waited for her decision.
She respected the restraint.
She hated how well Lucian’s
