6
A familiar five-beat tap sounded against Luke’s office door. He glanced up from the financial report laid upon his desk, his hands balled into fists on either side of the paper stack. The distinctive knock belonged to his brother.
“Come in.”
The door swung open and narrowly missed a collision with the wall behind.
Max wandered in with his loping gait and grin wide as always. “Hello, brother.”
That bright tone only grew the ball of heat already churning in the center of Luke’s chest. “What do you want?”
Max slapped a hand over the base of his throat, putting on a grand performance of being offended. “What makes you think I want anything?”
“Because I know you, and you’re standing in my office.” Luke straightened, his posture turning stiff and a couple inches taller than before his b
