What she didn’t find amusing was the way women were staring at Luc’s codpiece. The damned thing sparkled and glittered, to jeweled pins catching every passing light. Kate’s own eyes had been drawn repeatedly as well. It was damned embarrassing how distracting the thing was. Not that Lucern seemed to notice. If he was aware of the way two thousand women in the room were gawking at his groin, he pretended not to be and walked with pride. She didn’t know where he got the courage. Had she walked in wearing sparkling cones on her breasts, she would have been cringing and trying to hide them.
