Chapter Twenty-One

Marcus took a slow sip of his wine, then wandered back to the couch and sank into it. “Are you planning on staying for a bit?”

Victor raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his gaze. “Do you want me to?”

Marcus shrugged, shifting to get comfortable. “Do as you like,” he mumbled, taking another sip. He watched as Victor shrugged off his jacket, carefully draping it over the back of the couch before settling down at the opposite end. When Victor clasped his hands together, Marcus noticed the glint of a gold band on his ring finger.

He’s married.