Amelia Johnson had just wrapped up at the set and hopped into the van with Damien Taylor, still stuck together like glue when her phone rang—Grace Williams was calling.
She gave Damien's wandering hand a light slap and scooted away.
"Hey, Aunt Grace, what’s up?"
But Damien wouldn't quit. He leaned in again, their heads brushing, murmuring, "Missed you all day."
His husky voice was downright dangerous.
Fearing Grace might catch on, Amelia quickly covered his mouth and shot him a playful glare.
Grace, oblivious to the flirting, got straight to the point. "I just got back from the Collins' place. We finalized Sabrina and Ethan’s wedding. Mr. Collins even picked the date himself."
In other words, it's officially happening, and any objections? Totally useless.
"Ah, con
