In the reflection, one could see the leather chaise lounge Lucian had positioned perpendicular to the mirror. Behind the lounge was a curved table covered by two swaths of fabric obscuring the items placed upon it.
“Holy crap,” Shea breathed. “That thing’s huge. How’d you get it in here?”
Lucian delicately coughed. “Though I give him hell, Clark continues to prove himself willing to help with even the smallest requests. And he has a strong back and a truck.”
Shea’s eyes brightened. “Not sure what I think of you admiring Clark’s anything, but I could see how the truck’d be handy.” Shea took two steps and stopped, his expression sobering. Lucian could practically hear Shea extrapolating all the possibilities of the room. “How d’ya want to start?”
“Like this,” Lucian said smugly. He grabb
