CHERYL
Moving day. The day I was finally supposed to pack up my life and start over.
I should be excited.
I should be jumping for joy.
Instead? I was standing in the middle of the hallway, dressed in the absolute worst color choice for a move-in day—white.
A white sweater. Sweatpants. What was I thinking?
Too late to change now. The movers were already outside, lugging my stuff into the van, while Damon stood by, making sure everything was moving smoothly. Like the bossy, take-charge man that he was.
He looked ridiculously sexy in all black, but that wasn’t where my mind was.
My mind was stuck upstairs.
With him.
Aiden.
The man I had spent years hating.
The same man who had somehow, some way, managed to wedge himself into my head like an unsolvable riddle.
We had spoken earlie
