The scent that followed the door’s opening was familiar but unexpected and something Jenna hadn’t felt in months: regret.
She looked up slowly, spoon frozen halfway to her lips.
“Damien!?” she whispered
Her heart skipped and then thudded heavily against her ribs. His presence hit her like a wave of ice. The tall figure leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, dark hair tousled, a cocky tilt to his mouth that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Didn’t expect to find you here,” he said coolly.
Jenna lowered the spoon with trembling hands. “What… What are you doing here?”
He stepped into the light, eyes flicking from the pot to her face. “Your lovely hostess Nina invited me.”
Jenna stiffened. Of course. Nina.
“Ryker’s not here,” Jenna muttered.
“I know. I came early.” Damien’s gaze swep
