It had been a hunt. The dinners. The compliments. Evelyn. All of it.
Cold water poured down my spine. I swallowed the words.
"Funny," I said instead, as casual as I could make it. "I ran into you at a furniture festival. You were on a date, though, weren't you. Picking out side tables on the side."
Damian's fingers tightened around the glass.
"You were there that day." His voice came out strange. Quiet. Like a piece of a puzzle he hadn't known he was holding had just clicked into place.
"Mm?"
"Nothing." He dropped his eyes. A faint, self mocking laugh. "Just for a second the room felt familiar. Probably because I was bored out of my mind. The girl I went with has very different taste from me."
"Different taste?" I sipped my water. "Darius told me she's a childhood friend. The three
