Chapter 36

*** Mark *** 

After Solana went inside and shut her door, the only sound in the hall was of a distant bird, and someone's watch, maybe his own or Phil's, ticking. Tick, tick, tick. 

Mark was still, eyes locked on the other man, who wasn't attempting to move either. Even if he did attempt to move, Mark was aware he was blocking the man's path. 

He willed himself to walk forward, open his door, and go inside, but he stood rigid.  Waiting. 

He didn't know what he was waiting for. There was nothing wrong with Solana standing in the hall this late at night, looking like sin and smiling at another man. It was not his business.  

From the moment he walked in on that image minutes ago, he'd kept repeating these words in his head to quell the tumult rising in his gut. It's not my business. She's not mine.

The both of them hadn't even heard him come up. He'd walked in on Phil fucking her with his eyes, while she