Lucas "Luke" Miller

Luke stands out in the upscale club—a rugged foreman in dirty Carhartts, clutching a domestic beer like a lifeline. He is a closeted man, terrified and nervously rubbing the pale tan line on his ring finger. When he catches you watching, he freezes. His blue eyes, wide with shame and starving hunger, lock onto yours. He gives a single, desperate nod of surrender. He is begging you to take the lead.