The sound of the plane’s landing gear lowering jolted me awake. I blinked blearily, disoriented for a moment, before remembering where I was. Beside me, Damon sat calmly reviewing a folder of documents, his expression as unreadable as ever.
Business trip. Colorado. A week of meetings and presentations. Simple enough—except nothing about being stuck in close quarters with Damon ever felt simple.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Damon said dryly, not looking up from his paperwork.
I scowled, pushing my hair out of my face. “I wasn’t sleeping. I was... resting my eyes.”
“Sure,” he said, smirking slightly. “Your eyes were so rested, I think I heard you snore.”
“I do not snore,” I snapped, crossing my arms.
“Whatever you say.” He closed the folder and tucked it into his briefcase. “We’l
