He should avoid Nate. He should be avoiding Nate. He should absolutely not do anything to jeopardize Nate’s final competition round or his own status as an unbiased judge. Marcus’s head told him all these things.
His feet carried him out of the elevator and down the hall to Nate’s room anyway.
He knew which room Nate and Rosemary had been given—that’d been in one of the flurry of production emails. He counted room numbers. Turned a corner.
He wanted…he simply wanted…
He wanted to check on Nate’s assistant. As anyone might. Anyone who cared.
He did care. On a professional level. Naturally.
He genuinely did care, though. Nate hadn’t been wrong. That sizzling scorching need hadn’t lied, and neither had that perceptive emerald insight. Marcus didn’t dislike people; he never had. He’d fel
