Damon's POV
Kate sat across from me, color high in her cheeks, eyes brighter than any star I had ever bothered to look up at. The light of them landed on my face and I almost lost my expression. I almost felt as if I had never been quite so contemptible.
She held her phone up between us, screen turned toward me, asking whether I recognized the sketch. The account. The designer.
Of course I did.
The first time I walked into Damian's office to drop a contract on his desk, that rough, hand-drawn sketch had been lying in plain view. Warm lines. Soft corners.
Kate had guessed most of it. Damian's private affairs are mostly mine to manage, but his real estate and interior design are the one place he draws a line. He never lets anyone into his personal space. Designing his own homes is the c
