Chapter 22
All too soon, we’re back at the apartment. The drive was so short, it didn’t matter that neither of us spoke. He signals into the bay and then, quick as lightning, he’s at the passenger door. I gather up my bag and step out. He ducks his head to check on Jack, who is still napping, and then shuts the door. We walked a few steps across to the entrance of my building. “Thank you so much for today. I had a really good time.” “I’m glad. We did, too.” He shifts a little on his feet and then produces a paper bag from his back pocket. “I saw you looking at these just before Jack tripped. When you took him outside, I grabbed one for you.” I look at him. His ocean-blue eyes stare nervously as I open the packet. Inside is the white and grey dreamcatcher I was admiring. “Oh, Damien, this is so
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