Yasmin was about to speak, but Marcus smiled and beat her to it. "Is that so? Do you think Yasmin and I make a good match?"

His words sounded like a joke, yet they explained their relationship. But only the man knew what that really meant. By not denying it, he was admitting it—he liked Yasmin, and there was nothing wrong with acknowledging it.

Caleb’s eyes darkened, his gaze cold, as though he was lost in thought.

"Of course, you're a perfect ...