“Come on, man. She’s annoying,” he said again, weaker this time. “She questions everything. Pushes back. Acts like she doesn’t care who I am.”
Damien studied him. “That’s what bothers you?”
Ashcroft didn’t respond.
Because that—unfortunately—was exactly it.
Damien broke the silence first.
“Well, brother,” he said calmly, “you might want to get your emotions straight.”
Ashcroft frowned. “And why’s that?”
Damien met his gaze, unflinching. “Because at this rate, you’re more likely to attend her wedding as a guest—rather than as the groom.”
Ashcroft straightened. “What the hell?” He scoffed. “And what about you?”
Damien only shrugged. “Just saying.” He leaned back slightly. “As for me? Maya and I are already together. There are things I need to fix—things I will fix—but she’s already
