She gave him a small smile. “Oh, McGeorge just pissed me off,” she offered instead.
In a gesture that completely knocked her for a loop, Damien took her hand and kissed her palm. “Eh, he was an asshole. My guess? He’s hiding something, something he knows about Van Ness. But he’s too worried about his f*****g money.” He touched her face with the back of his fingers, slowly tracing down her cheek, along her jawline. “And his f*****g reputation.”
“Yeah,” she said, with a hint of nervousness. That simple touch to the side of her face left a scorch mark upon her cheek, she was certain of it. “Thank you for doing this, Damien.”
Now, she was really shocked. His strong arms encircled her lifting her up off the bed and onto his knee. “Hey, no problem, and no worries. We’ll get
