DAMIAN
I had spent years believing I knew exactly what I wanted, control, silence, a company that ran efficiently without depending on anyone, and a life where nobody could walk in and rearrange everything I had built. Marriage had never been part of that plan, neither had Tiffany Bennett.
Yet there I was, standing in my grandfather’s study the morning before she was supposed to give him her answer, staring at the city through the floor to ceiling windows and thinking about the woman behind the sapphire mask.
Tiffany.
I still couldn’t believe it, out of every woman in New York, Richard had somehow found the one woman I had spent one unforgettable night with, the woman whose name I hadn’t known, the woman I had tried, unsuccessfully, to forget. I turned away from the window.
“You knew.
