Irvin's POV
"If you're really into her, why not just marry her?" I asked, taking a bite of my food and glancing up at my brother briefly.
Jane.
That name kept coming up more and more lately.
Barnaby mentioned she was in marketing.
They'd crossed paths during one of those endless project meetings that seemed to stretch forever. Initially, I hadn't given it much thought. But recently, Jane had been showing up here and there - dropping by the office or joining us for quick lunch breaks.
Something felt wrong about her.
Something I couldn't pin down. She was courteous enough, flashed smiles when appropriate, and knew what questions to ask. But her gaze would linger far too long. And it wasn't focused on Barnaby. It was on me.
I'd caught it the first time she visited. I'd dismissed it as meaningless.
But it kept happening, over and over. That same intense stare.
