The private boutique on the edge of downtown was discreet, almost hidden behind a row of tall hedges and heavy iron gates. I had insisted on coming alone, but the moment I stepped inside and the bell chimed softly, Damien’s voice drifted out from behind a curtain of silk.
“Miss Sterling. Or should I say… future Mrs. Sterling?” He leaned against the marble counter, arms crossed, that wicked half-smile playing on his lips. “You look like trouble already. I like it.”
My cheeks warmed instantly. “Damien. You weren’t supposed to know where I was going. Derek will flip if he finds out I’m doing any of this myself.”
“He won’t.” Damien pushed off the counter and stepped closer, close enough that I could smell the faint trace of his cologne—something dark and expensive. “I’ve been watching the c
