Ciara was well versed in technicalities and knowing how to manipulate the truth so that even if someone were to end up upset at her, she rarely ever got into actual trouble. She had technically offered Reagan the option of going up to see Luke, and the seamstress had folded as easily as one of her beautiful but flimsy garments.
As much as Ciara had taken a gamble and really did not want Reagan to take her up on her insincere offer, a stab of resentment still prickled under her skin when Reagan declined to go upstairs. The woman clearly wanted to, that surreptitious glance was not so subtle under watchful eyes, and every native of Glynn knew Luke would have been so happy to see her. And yet the slightest challenge had her backing away when Ciara would have seized the opportunity in both hands, had she had been in Reagan's fashionable shoes. Luke deserved better than that.
Any bedmate worth their salt could pick up on a brief glance cast their way, so the dip of Reagan's eyes was far from subtle. Ciara smiled a cat's smile, like one who had already got the cream when the truth was far from it - though not for a lack of trying on her part. "You won't mind seeing yourself out?" She asked, using the breakfast tray as an excuse to leave. Sashaying past took all the effort she had, and Ciara cast Reagan a small smile as she left the kitchen, anything but innocent as she ignored the lag in confidence that Reagan brang. "I'll let him know you dropped by."