Yvonne Finley: "........"
Warrior Tucker did not speak falsely.
Caleb Baker really had a face that would keep anyone up all night. You'd take one look and your first notion would be fantasy, the second would be fear. You'd only feel sheer awe, thinking that you could never touch this man in this lifetime.
"Your little brother, is it him?" Warrior Tucker's dazzling smile broke through. "Where did you find such a god? Can I go pick one up too?"
"Stop playing around."
Yvonne laughed lightly, but Warrior Tucker's words were true. Just now, as Caleb Baker stood there, confidently introducing her artworks in French, she genuinely felt a pulse of desire to be entangled with him.
"Or should I create an opportunity for you two? You could sneak off and be back in no time!" Tucker's jest wasn't so much frivolous as it was his genuine concern for Yvonne. This kind of man, he shouldn't be targeted by other predators.
