Rhea’s POV
That wasn’t Rowan’s voice.
I stepped back, squinting into the darkness. Then the light clicked on.
When my eyes adjusted, there stood a stranger. Bare-chested, cute as f**k, and staring at me with a look I didn’t dare try to interpret.
“Oh, you must be Rowan’s little wife.” He grinned, breaking the awkward silence.
The tension in my body slowly began to ease. “Yeah, I am,” I said slowly.
“Where are my manners?” He held out a hand. “I’m Lucas.”
I hesitated, then took it. “Rhea.”
“You’re very beautiful, Rhea.” He said it so easily, as if it were a fact. “No wonder that rascal has been hiding you.”
I couldn’t help but blush. At least someone knows how to appreciate good things.
We ended up in the kitchen for the next hour, laughing over nothing and everything. Lucas was t
