Chapter 11
"I think I'd better go," Cleo said, rising. She kissed my forehead. "Speak soon."
I blew out a breath. I didn't have the energy to argue with Damon, but he needed to know that I could still work. I was going to be sick whenever I had a round of chemo, but I could do a little bit of work here and there. I was going to need it for a distraction.
I heard Cleo say goodbye to him, but not his response. I was just about to get out of bed when he returned to the bedroom. His hands were tucked into his back jeans pockets and he gave me the most adorable sheepish look through his long lashes that my heart caved.
"Damon, come here."
His jaw hardened and shifted. Then he came to me and lay on the bed beside me. He nuzzled into my throat. "Sorry," he whispered. "But I don't want to tal
