“My uncle is right, Mr. Benjamin.”

“Luke,” he said, surprising her with his sign of friendship. Why he wasn’t letting her go was beyond him. Nothing good could come from getting to know this woman better. “My first name is Luke.”

Her eyes widened before she smiled gently. “My name is Emma.”

“Emma,” he said, loving the sound of the name. “What actually was your uncle right about?”

“That it’s time you stopped getting that…brother of yours out of bad situations,” she whispered, gaze tracing heated interest over his face. “Mark doesn’t look anything like you.”

He swallowed and stayed quiet as she spread that penetrating look down his body and then up again. Like with a touch of real fingers, he reacted in a real way. Thankfully the table blocked his lower body from her view. He sighed when she finally focused onto his heated face again. A sweet, slight flush warmed her cheeks for a brief moment.

Damn, why did this woman have to make him start feeling? Why did the woman carrying his brother’s child make him aware of how long it’d been since he felt a female’s touch?

It was wrong, in so many ways. It was all wrong.