Lucas raised an eyebrow.
He didn't ask about the gift first. The usual sharpness in his expression faded a little, and he chuckled. "You drove your own artist home? Are you sure you weren't just treating Miss Grant like your chauffeur? C'mon, Adrian, Claire says that's not how you chase girls—"
"Who said I was chasing her?"
Adrian instantly denied it and twisted the cap off his water bottle, taking a long gulp.
"You and Debbie have way too much free time, standing there making stuff up."
"Yeah, yeah, not chasing. Got it."
Lucas smirked as he responded.
Adrian set the bottle down. "You seriously don't believe me? Just here to roast your brother?"
"Not at all. Anyway, you mentioned getting a big surprise—what was it?"
Lucas switched the subject smoothly.
Adria
