DAMIEN
"What did you say to Lisa?" Dave asked as he strolled leisurely into my living room, his eyes falling on the glass of scotch perched invitingly on the table, which he promptly picked up.
Glancing away from my screen, I blinked lazily at him, taking a moment to respond. "What are you talking about?" I inquired, feigning ignorance, though I was already well aware of what he was referring to.
He settled onto the sofa, crossing his legs. "She's been mentioning this two-week travel plan, but it doesn't quite feel like a vacation since she's not planning to take us along," he explained. With a swift motion, he gulped down the entire contents of his drink. "You know Lisa doesn’t usually go on vacations without you."
I met his gaze evenly, my expression nonchalant. "I simply reminded he
