Kate's POV
"Kate."
"Mm."
"Did you hear a single word I just said?"
"Third booth. Window side. Two companions." I dragged my gaze back from wherever it had drifted and muttered, low and slightly resentful, "I heard you."
I lifted my glass again and took a long, reckless swallow, using the burn of the wine to drown out the deafening hammer of my own heartbeat. It was so loud I was half-convinced Damian could hear it from across the table.
The shame arrived late, the way it always did with me. A slow, creeping heat that climbed my throat and settled across my cheeks like a brand.
Damian had only leaned in because we were playing a couple tonight. That was the mission. Get close. Look natural. Relay Catherine's position without drawing attention.
And I, like an absolute fool, had thoug
