The door was closed, so he knocked and waited for a reply before opening it, and walked in on a whole lot of awkward tension. Left in the room with Bryn and Emily after the newlyweds departed, Luke lay on his back with his eyes closed while the women sat next to his bed. It was obvious he wasn't asleep, and equally as clear he wished everyone would leave him the hell alone. Rhys felt for the guy. A man should be allowed to suffer in private after what he'd gone through tonight. “Someone's coming to relieve Dec shortly,” he announced, breaking the tense silence. “But he said he'll stay if you want.” Luke cracked one eye open to look at him, pointedly avoiding his ex-wife. “Naw, but thanks.” He shifted his gaze to Bryn. “Tell him I'm good and then go on back to the hotel.” Luke must have figured out Rayne and Christa weren't the only ones in for a night of romance. The way Dec and Bryn had eyed each other all night made no secret of the fact they'd be spending the night having the kind of sex Rhys was looking forward to having with Neveah.
