Steph stared from one twin to the other. For once, Luke had gone back to his natural hair color. Both men were model perfect in black tuxedos. They stood close together, their heads tilted toward each other until they were almost touching. It was easy to imagine them as conjoined twins. Beautiful conjoined twins with full, sexy lips, immaculate makeup, the muscle tone of gods, and the never-ending ability to infuriate Steph when they got together and did their twin speak thing of finishing each other's sentences.
"Luke, I swear, if you finish Hong Gi's vows for him, and I end up married to you instead of him, I'll move into your condo and make your life a living hell," Steph promised.
Luke grunted. "You already have."
"I have not. In fact, I do my best to ignore you as much as possible."
"The minute Hong Gi replaced me in his bed with you, you became my enemy."
