"Nothing." I shook my head too fast. "It's nothing."
By the time we landed in Denver, that weightless moment had been buried under his back to back video calls. The Damian who stepped off the plane was the CEO version. He told me a car was waiting on the tarmac, that he had a client to meet, that the driver would take me to the downtown apartment, the same one I had used as the cover for my "business trip" before Seattle. Security had been tripled. Twenty four hour coverage. He pressed a local therapist's card into my hand alongside my luggage.
I watched his car pull away, taillights dissolving into the Denver dusk.
An ache heavier than any post vacation slump pressed against my ribs.
What were you expecting? You don't live in his world. If it weren't for Catherine, your paths would ne
