Damien POV
Marcus stopped a few feet away, hands in his coat pockets, posture relaxed enough to be insulting.
"I was driving past," he said lightly. "Saw you buying ice cream. Thought I'd stop and say hello."
My jaw tightened.
Of course, he had.
Of all the places in this city-of all the days-he'd noticed me standing in line like an ordinary man, fumbling money while my son gave me love advice.
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" I asked coolly. "Work, perhaps."
Marcus smiled, but it never reached his eyes. "I do. But then again..." His gaze slid briefly to Leo, then back to me. "You're dating my sister. I figured that earned you a minute."
Leo shifted beside me, clutching his ice cream cup tighter. I felt it instantly-the subtle change in his breathing, the way his body leaned closer
