C19 CHAPTER NINETEEN

She scoffed at his question, her lips curling with undisguised disdain. "What could I possibly be expecting?" Her voice dripped with venom. Yet, despite her palpable irritation, the self-satisfied grin on Lucas's face seemed unshakable.

"I don't know, Mikayla," he responded in that casual, almost cavalier manner of his. He settled comfortably into the plush leather sofa where his laptop sat