~ Madeline ~
I lifted a brow in curiosity letting my gaze linger over Mark. He was tall, taller than Dante by a couple inches, and bulkier through the shoulders, chest and arms. Even now his t shirt stretched tightly around his biceps and across his chest, leaving little to the imagination. But it was the bright laughing blue of his eyes, and golden mane of hair dancing around his shoulders that caught the gaze of passers by and his infectious smile and warm energy that would draw those in. I’d watched him in several moments calm Dante when it seemed he was out of sorts, reaching him when others could not.
“And what pray tell do we have to discuss?” I asked in a snarky tone, crossing my arms across my chest, feeling guarded and a bit off put by having been watched for who knows how long
