DamonDamon watched Valerie struggle with the fire. Yeah, she was definitely a city girl through and through; not that he wasn’t the same, but at least he knew how to start a fire in a fireplace without fumbling and shaking. Was she really that nervous? f**k. Of course he got stuck with a woman that was this high-strung. He’d hit on, and been with, many women before, but none of them were as anxious as this one.
Or as paranoid.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Valerie swung around as soon as he started walking up behind her, poker in hand.
He sighed. She still didn’t get it? He grabbed the end of the poker, pushing it down and away from them both, and then he took it from her and put it back where it belonged, standing up against the mantle. “Valerie,” he said, “what don’t you get about ‘I’m
