He opened the door for me and I stepped in without another word. The car door shut softly behind me. Damon slid in beside me and gave the driver a brief nod before pressing the partition button.
The silence was thick. Only the sound of the tires rolling over the pavement filled the space between us.
I folded my arms. “You could’ve at least warned me.”
He didn’t look at me. “About what?”
“About Anya. About Naomi. About your daughter. About all the women who seem to appear out of nowhere calling themselves your ex-wives.”
His jaw tightened. “You met Naomi.”
“I did,” I said. “She was lovely. She told me she’s your second ex-wife. I’m guessing there’s a third I haven’t met yet?”
He turned his head toward the window. “You’re being dramatic.”
“Am I?” I leaned forward. “Do you realize ho
