Marcus's POV
I sat in the VIP room of restaurant, barely registering the exquisite spread before me. My mind was elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of Anna and those twins growing inside her. When Joseph Walker strode in, his incredulous expression only irritated me further.
"I thought you weren't coming back to America for a while," he said, dropping into the seat across from me.
"What changed? There's nobody here worth risking your neck for."
An inexplicable anxiety gnawed at my insides. It had been growing stronger all morning, like some primal warning system blaring in my skull.
"Who says there isn't?" I replied testily.
Joseph raised an eyebrow. "William?
Since when did you become such a dutiful son?"
I fixed him with an icy stare. "Anna Shaw."
His eyes widened comically, and my irritation deepened.
"She's already pregnant, and you're still pining for her?" Disbelief colored his voice.
