The sheer unexpectedness of it made Lisa jump. Her lips had just pulled away from Joel's as she finished answering his good-night kiss. Stiffening at the idea that they were under observation from Scott, no less, her arms dropped away from Joel's neck more quickly than they otherwise would have. She hated to acknowledge that she felt absurdly self-conscious as she turned to face Scott.Their eyes met. The glint in his was disagreeable."Buchanan." If anything, Joel's voice held less enthusiasm than Scott's. The two had never liked each other, going all the way back to the time when teenage Joel had frequently roared up to Grayson Springs in the new BMW convertible that had been his sixteenth birthday gift from his parents, honking for her to come out, usually with the car packed with the kids who were part of their crowd, only to encounter the older, bigger, openly contemptuous Scott working on the property. Until Scott had taken to calling him Loverboy--a development that dated to the kiss Scott had observed from his office window--his preferred name for the patrician-looking Joel had been Richie Rich.
