“Is that what would happen?” she asked. “It doesn’t seem possible. What terrible thing could be hanging over us that would threaten to tear a love like ours apart?”
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” I said, realizing too late how much I had slipped up here, giving her more information than I had ever intended. “Put Jeffery and the past six years out of your mind. They don’t matter anymore.”
Lifting the business card, I tore it up into tiny pieces, then tucked that too into my pocket, not even wanting to give her the chance to puzzle the pieces back together.
“I forbid you from talking to Jeffery,” I said, then turned before she could argue it.
“Damien,” she said, annoyance in her voice.
I moved to the door, opened it and stepped out into the hallway.
She followed me into the hallway, but
