Richmond POV

I couldn't stop thinking about the way Marcus had looked at Vanya in that conference room. It wasn't the look of a lawyer helping a client, or even a friend giving advice. It was the look of a man who was completely in love.

I was sitting in my real penthouse apartment, thirty floors above Sacramento, staring out at the city lights and feeling jealous in a way I had never experienced before. The jealousy was eating at me like poison, making it impossible to concentrate on ...