Amelia Johnson sat quietly in the corner, enjoying her cake in peace. Her mind, though, kept circling back to one thing—what was up with Isla Shaw? Bringing out her own stuff to share with everyone? That was insanely generous. Too generous. Something didn’t add up. Isla wasn’t that clueless.
“Excuse me, beautiful lady, mind if I sit here?”
The voice was deep, smooth, and unmistakably familiar.
Amelia looked up, already ready to turn the person down—until she saw who it was. Damien Taylor. Well, no way she could say no to him.
“What are you doing here?”
“I missed you, so I came. And I heard someone was messing with you—how could I not show up?” Damien gave her a playful grin.
That was all it took for Amelia to put two and two together. “So those photos Isla showed… that
