DAMIEN
The doorbell rang just as I was about to open a beer. Figures. Timing had never been my strong suit.
At first, I thought it was Macey. My pulse kicked up before I could stop it, that annoying pull in my chest tightening like it always did when she was near. But when I checked the peephole, it wasn’t her.
It was the girl Zinna had sent to my office earlier in the week.
My frown deepened. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
I opened the door, leaning against the frame. “What the hell are you doing here?”
She smiled, that practiced, fake-sweet kind of smile. “Hey, Damien. Um, I was lost. Zinna said you lived close by and gave me your address. She said it’d be okay if I stayed here tonight.”
I stared at her like she’d just told me the sky was green. “You’re serious?”
She nodd
