I wore a scowl as I raised my gaze, getting ready to give Broadrick a telling off for following me again only to be shocked when past his tight-fitting jeans, and thin but warm-looking jacket it wasn't Broadrick. But someone new.
He had the muscles to be a former military member but held an overwhelming gruffness to him that Ridge's men didn't portray. His stubble was too thick, his jawline too severe, his eyes too beady.
Those were definitely not Broadrick's eyes. While he matched the man in build and persona-both seemed to love wearing a slightly irritated expression-their eyes were totally different. This man's were too deep, a dark brown color that hinted at suspicion. Broadrick could glare at you, but behind his eyes there was always warmth.
The unknown man stepped up to the desk
