“Nice shot,” Morton gritted.
Luc sprawled back in the seat, smiling with a lazy arrogance custom-designed to infuriate his companion.
“Not bad.”
“Not bad?” Morton scowled. “It was a hole in one.”
“A little competitive there, champ?”
Looking remarkably like a marshmallow with his square, squishy body covered in a white shirt and matching pants, Morton gripped the wheel of the golf cart and struggled not to do something stupid.
“My name is Morton, not champ,” he snapped, “and when I do something, I like to do it well.”
“Don’t we all?”
The pale eyes glowed with a crimson fire. “Some more than others.”
Luc chuckled, reaching over to slap the man on the back, hard enough to rattle his teeth.
“You know, Morty-boy, if I didn’t know better I might think you didn’t like me.”
The cur clenched his teeth, no doubt counting to ten.
“How long are you planning to stay in Chicago?” he at last demanded.
“Hoping to get rid of me?”
“I would think the suburbs would be a bore.”
Luc offered a taunting grin, covertly studying the tension emanating from the cur.
So far all he’d managed to pick up was Morton’s natural aversion to an obnoxious companion. Time to up the ante.
“True, but there are benefits,” he drawled. “Sophia is smoking hot between the sheets.”
The male hissed. “Typical.”
“Did you say something?”
Without warning the cur veered the cart off the path and headed into a thick patch of trees. Turning in his seat, he studied Luc with a revulsion he no longer tried to hide.
Luc hid a smile. Action at last.
“Sophia is revered among our people, but of course a man like you would only consider your own pleasures.”
Luc paused at the fierce words.
There was an edge of crazy that he’d been looking for, but he didn’t sound like a man intent on killing a female.
Of course, there were always those bastards who were willing to murder the object of their fantasy if they couldn’t have them.
He slouched against the leather seat, pretending he didn’t notice the cur was a breath away from shifting.
“She may be revered, but she needs a good banging like every other woman.”
More crimson fire in the eyes. “Animal.”
“You seem abnormally interested in my relationship with Sophia,” Luc mocked. “Don’t you have your own female to worry about?”