He didn’t want Sloane to get too smug about winning this round, so his tone remained cool and clipped, as if he were simply indulging her.
“Don’t get carried away,” he muttered, his voice dry.
Sloane accepted the contract with a faint smile, keeping her expression soft and obedient. Inside, however, she was practically sighing in relief. Finally. She hadn’t expected him to sign it so easily, or that pretending to be a sweet, fragile wife would make her stomach churn so much.
“Well then,” she said sweetly, “we can go to work together from now on. I’ll start preparing breakfast early for our little family of three.”
That line did it. Damon’s expression softened, a real smile tugging at his lips. He’d always had a weakness for her cooking, the quiet warmth of home she brought in
