Noah's expression was grim enough for me to worry. I grimaced, annoyingly running my fingers through my hair, and glanced at Cora.
"I will head upstairs," she said in understanding, giving Asher and Noah a small smile before heading to our room. I waited until she was gone before turning to my brothers.
"What now?" I demanded.
"It's Lucas," Noah answered. "He is making a scene."
"About what? He seemed fine until yesterday," I scowled as we headed upstairs to the meeting room.
"He is pissed because you didn't marry his daughter," Asher answered drily. "Damn, I was so looking forward to grilling you about last night but now we have to deal with this," I shot him a dirty look and he shrugged.
"What? I saw you two kissing in the car," he protested. "Seemed pretty intense to me, bro
