Barnaby's POV
The second Barnaby caught sight of her, a torrent of forgotten memories crashed through his mind.
Now he was certain it was her. He'd glimpsed her in the elevator days earlier, unsure then—but not anymore.
Davina Hughes. The girl who'd cracked his brother's frozen heart wide open, the one who'd left Irvin more frigid than he'd ever been.
Barnaby's stride wavered, his gaze locking onto her features, absorbing how her frame went tense, her purse nearly sliding from her grasp, her startled eyes, the blood draining from her face. She recognized him—no doubt about it.
He decelerated, his stare still pinned on her.
This woman had coaxed smiles from Irvin Barnaby had never witnessed before. Then, without warning, she'd disappeared, abandoning his brother as an empty husk, colder and more unreachable than ever. Fury churned in Barnaby's chest, tangled with an odd sympathy. What brought her here? Out of every corner of this planet.
