Ethan Shaw froze. He stared intently at Luke Lowell, his voice turning cold. "What did you say?"
Luke Lowell chuckled sheepishly. "I just said they look a little alike, that's all. Besides, my cousin is so handsome and dashing. How could that guy possibly compare?"
Sensing Ethan Shaw's expression growing darker, Luke Lowell belatedly realized something was wrong. "I was just kidding, cousin. Don't be so serious. They don't look alike, not at all."
He held up four fingers as he spoke. "I swear!"
A storm raged in Ethan Shaw's heart. Now he understood why Caleb Bishop had seemed familiar the first time they met. 'Was it because he looked a little like me?'
The fog was parting, and it felt as if something was slowly being revealed.
Luke Lowell softly called out, "Cousin," sizing up Ethan Shaw's expression. He suddenly didn't dare make another peep. He had no idea why his cousin was reacting so strongly.
'Could it be that he already despises Caleb Bishop to this degree?'
