DAMIAN
I looked at my wristwatch for the second time since I got into the car. It was finally Monday, and my bride hadn't come down yet. For someone who seemed excited when I informed her, she was late. My mind went back to the room then, how my touch had affected her, how it might have affected me too, how swiftly she had identified the problem in the document, and how excited the employment had made her. She walked out then, looking regal in the corporate outfit that Christy told me she got for her. She looked over at Matteo who was waiting for Christy in the other car and smiled before walking towards him, I frowned then and slowly rolled down my window.
“Where do you think you're going to?” I asked sharply and she froze before turning towards me with those widened eyes.
“I-I didn
