CHAPTER 82
ANGELA
The next morning, Damian was different.
Not dramatically.
If I didn't know him, I probably wouldn't have noticed.
But I knew him.
He usually called me before I got to the office. That morning, he didn't.
When I finally called him during lunch, he answered on the second ring.
“Hi.”
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
“Are you busy?”
“No.”
“You sound busy.”
“I said I'm not.”
I frowned.
“Okay.”
There was silence.
Then he asked,
“How's your office?”
“Fine.”
“Good.”
Another silence.
I leaned back in my chair.
“Damian.”
“Yes?”
“What's wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“You said that yesterday.”
“Because nothing is wrong.”
I didn't believe him.
But I didn't push.
“All right.”
“I'll see you tonight.”
He paused.
“Tonight?”
“Yes. You said we'd have dinner.”
“I remem
