I blinked,
My brain struggled to catch up with what Damien had just said,
“What do you mean by lunch?” I asked with raised brows and a suspicious tone,
My voice was softer than I intended, and my mind was blank.
Damien sat with a smile – tall and incredibly composed – as though he had not just walked into a coffee shop and practically ambushed me.
He was my mate, my husband and yet, I wasn’t sure I had spoken to him for more than ten minutes at once.
And yet, even though I had all these reservations, my heart could not stop racing.
Across from the table, Sylvia grinned, her smile almost splitting her face as she picked up her phone from the table and stood up, “Why I would love to stay and chat with the happy couple,” she started, teasing with a smile, “I just remembered we hav
