CHAPTER 81
ANGELA
The next few days passed normally.
My company kept me busy.
Damian kept finding reasons to see me.
And somehow, between meetings, phone calls, dinners, and the occasional argument over where we should eat, life felt easy.
Almost too easy.
On Friday evening, Damian picked me up from my office.
He was waiting outside when I came down, leaning against his car with his arms folded.
“You're late.”
I checked my watch.
“I'm two minutes late.”
“Three.”
“You counted?”
“Yes.”
I shook my head and got into the car.
“You're ridiculous.”
“You still came.”
“I had no choice. You were already here.”
He smiled and got into the driver's seat.
“Where are we going?”
“Dinner.”
“Where?”
“You'll see.”
I didn't question him.
We drove for a while before stopping at a quiet
