Luc looked at his sister. “I caught her at the candy machine at the hotel in Phoenix wearing the ugliest cow pajamas you can imagine.”
“I was on a chocolate run,” Jane explained. “I thought the players were all in their rooms.”
“Luc doesn’t understand chocolate runs.” Marie rolled her eyes. “He only eats healthy stuff.”
“My body is a temple,” he said around a big bite of cauliflower.
“And anyone with long legs and big boobs is welcome to worship,” Jane added and immediately wished she could take that one back.
Marie laughed.
Luc smiled like a sinner.
Jane changed the subject before he could comment. “Who’s Mrs. Jackson?”
“The old lady who stays with me when Luc is gone,” Marie answered.
“Gloria Jackson is a retired schoolteacher and a very nice woman.”
“She’s old.” Marie took a bite of pasta. “She eats slow too.”
“Now, there’s a reason to hate her.”
“I don’t hate Gloria. I just don’t think I need a babysitter.”
Luc let out an exasperated breath as if they’d had this conversation before. A lot. He reached for his glass of milk and took a long drink. When he lowered it again, a slim white mustache rested on his top lip and he sucked it off. “Why aren’t you drinking your milk?” he asked Jane.
“I told you I don’t like milk.”
“I know, but you need the calcium. It’s good for your bones.”
“Don’t tell me you’re worried about my bones.”
“Not worried.” A sexy grin curved his mouth. “Curious, though.”
His words and the look in his eyes slipped inside and warmed her up in places that were better left cooled.
“Better just drink it, Jane,” Marie warned, missing the sexual innuendo between the two adults. “Luc always gets what he wants.”
“Always?” Jane asked.
“No.” He shook his head. “Not always.”
“Most of the time,” Marie insisted.
“I hate to lose.” His gaze drifted to Jane’s mouth. “I’m a do-or-die-trying kind of guy.”
Jane glanced at Marie, who was busy pushing her broccoli to the edge of her plate. “Whatever it takes?” she asked and returned her attention to Luc.
“Absolutely.”
“What about finesse?”
“Depends on my odds.” He looked back up into her eyes and said, “Sometimes I’m forced to play dirty.”
“Forced?”
A wicked grin curved his mouth. “Sometimes I just like to play dirty.”