CHAPTER 11
Damien’s POV
I had been watching her since we left the company. She thought I didn’t notice the way her fingers tapped too nervously against her phone and how her eyes darted every few seconds like a thief waiting to be caught. Rose was terrible at hiding secrets. She thought she could keep me in the dark, but I could read her as easily as one of my spreadsheets.
When she slipped into a cab that night while I watched from the top of the building, I knew something was wrong.
I followed immediately, my own car tailing behind at a distance. My chest tightened the farther we drove. She wasn’t running errands. She wasn’t meeting a friend. No. This was something else. And whatever it was, I hoped it wasn't her getting into trouble.
Then the cab stopped, and I almost lost control
