Lucas stared down at the message on his phone, the words reading like some kind of bad joke.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” he muttered, looking up from the screen as Elise stepped into the sitting room, already pouring herself a glass of wine.

“What’s that face for?” she asked, raising a perfectly shaped brow. Then she moved slowly towards him, taking measured steps.

He handed her the phone. She read the invitation aloud, her tone dripping with disdain. “The Cingarette ...