*BRIANNE’S POV*“Brianne, can we talk?” Marcus asked as soon as he approached our table, his voice steady but with an undertone of urgency.I looked up from my coffee, my eyebrow raised in suspicion. “Are you following me?” I asked, though my tone was half-joking. I knew Marcus, this wasn’t exactly the first time he’d shown up uninvited.He shook his head, though his eyes said something different. There was something almost possessive in the way he looked at me like he was claiming a right to be there, to be part of whatever I was doing.“No, I just…I heard you were around, and I thought we could talk. Please.”Mary shot me a glance, her lips pressing into a tight line. She didn’t like Marcus, and she certainly didn’t appreciate him barging in on our time. Still, I could sense there was something more to his appearance today. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to find out, but curiosity pulled me in.“Alright, talk,” I said, folding my arms across my chest as I leaned back in my seat. “What i
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