When Dashiell was focused on his paperwork, Jazlyn sauntered over to his desk, her hips swaying as she approached. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and a playful smile curved her lips. She leaned casually against the edge of the desk, glancing out the window where Dylan had just walked by.
"So," she started, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, "who's that guy with Trisha? Looks like she's got herself some company."
Dashiell glanced up from his paperwork, his expression neutral but his jaw tightening just a bit. "That's her brother, Dylan. He's visiting for a while."
Jazlyn's eyebrows shot up in surprise, though her smile remained playful. "Her brother, huh? For a second there, I thought she had herself a new boyfriend."
Dashiell gave a short, almost dismissive chuckle. "Nope. Just family."
