“You’re also not wearing a costume,” she reminded her brother. Luke cleared his throat. “No, ’cause I’m here representing our family, representing Mason Construction. This is our fair, important to look professional and approachable.” “With that hair?” Jet laughed, still smarting. Maybe she’d feel better if she took Luke down with her. Just a little. “Company’s not yours yet, Luke.” A muscle ticked in his jaw. “Next year.” Sophia squeezed Luke’s arm, a red-lipped smile spreading across her face. Next year, when Dad retired.
