Luke stayed where he was long after Rivera pulled away from Reagan and disappeared down the corridor.
The silence that followed was heavy and uncomfortable. Reagan stood exactly where Rivera had left him, jaw tight, eyes dark with something he didn’t bother hiding anymore.
Luke stepped forward.
“You’re late,” Reagan said without turning. He knew all this time that he was there.
“Good evening to you too. You know you didn’t have to scare her like that,” he said calmly.
Reagan didn’t turn. “You shouldn’t have watched.”
“I wasn’t watching,” Luke replied. “I was waiting. There’s a difference.”
Reagan finally faced him. His expression was cold, but Luke could see the c***k beneath it. Rage, jealousy, and control; Reagan was fighting all three.
“You crossed a line. What did you tell her
