He turned his head. Looked directly at Trevor.
"Get married."
Trevor lowered his tablet with a kind of deliberate ease that didn't match the sudden tightness in his shoulders, the way his posture shifted, like he was already running the numbers in his head and had come to a conclusion he didn't quite expect.
Lucas didn't look away. "Well, you wanted a chance. This is it. We can date after. Or make each other's lives a hell."
Trevor blinked once, and a grin started to form, not surprised, not shocked, but entertained in that deeply dangerous way only Trevor could be. He traced his white teeth with his tongue, slow and deliberate, while his gaze settled on Lucas with a raised brow and a glint of something sharp and deeply amused in those violet eyes.
