Aiden Howard looked at Brett Jacobs, a roguish smile playing on his lips. "Have you been paying extra attention to me lately?"
"Don't tell me you're falling in love with me?" he joked. "...Don't fall in love with me. I'm only interested in beautiful women, not men."
"What nonsense are you talking?!"
"Aiden Howard, you've been acting strange lately!"
"How so?"
A fleeting murderous intent flashed in Aiden's eyes. If the man before him knew too much—things he shouldn't know—he wouldn't mind adding another life to his tally.
"I can't quite put my finger on it, but... you just seem different."
As Adrian Desmond's personal bodyguard, Brett Jacobs was not only a formidable fighter but also highly observant. He usually got along well with Aiden Howard, and the two were close, so he could sense things that others might not pick up on.
