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 anything else.
Marcus Thompson. Vanya's childhood friend, her lawyer, the man she trusted with her most important legal matters. He knew everything about her past, her dreams, her fears. He had been there for her through the worst years of her marriage when Bernard was destroying her confidence piece by pi
