Of course he was looking, the flame-eyed vision of a woman scorned was stampeding through his kitchen and taking rest against the brittle icecave of his freezer. He witnessed her take a heavy drink from the froztbitten bottle, and his mouth watered. Remembering the beer bottle he'd laid to rest on the little wooden stand beside the front door, Lukas reached for it before straying to the kitchen after her. Popping the cap on his belt buckle, which also obviously functioned as a handy bottle opener, he shut the freezer door. She could hold onto the liquor if she wanted to.
Why, he mouthed. Why would Vince run off? He was married, and had a nice apartment, and a blossoming career and.. probably a lot of reasons to escape.