The moment she said okay, something inside me settled.
Not completely.
Just enough to stop that constant irritation crawling beneath my skin ever since she stepped into Greystone.
I watched her from across the counter, noticing the way her shoulders had finally loosened.
Barely.
Like she still expected the world to pull the ground out from beneath her feet.
I couldn’t blame her.
Damian Cross had done a hell of a job breaking something inside her.
And for reasons I still couldn’t explain, I hated that.
More than I should.
Way more than I f*****g should.
I reached for the bottle again, pouring myself another drink while keeping my eyes on her.
She looked exhausted.
“You should get some sleep.”
She looked down at her legs, running her palms on her lap. I could tell the nervousne
