The call from Victor kept replaying in my head like a broken record I couldn’t turn off. “I have proof… This could destroy everything.”
I tried to push it away, I really did. I spent the whole next morning forcing myself to focus on normal things, making coffee, laughing at Damien’s terrible pancake attempt, letting him pull me onto his lap for slow kisses that made my toes curl. But every time there was a quiet moment, Victor’s raspy voice crept back in.
What if he actually had something real? What if I was ignoring important information just because I was scared of rocking the boat again?
Damien noticed I was distracted. Of course he did. He always did.
“You okay?” he asked while we were cleaning up breakfast. He came up behind me at the sink, wrapping his arms around my waist and pr
