CHERYL POV
When I left the kitchen, I immediately raced to the bedroom to retrieve my phone and call Gwen.
I could almost feel it. Things were changing between Damien and me and I'm still not yet sure if I was ready to start seeing him in a new light.
I began to pace the hallway anxiously.
Over the years that I had worked for Damien, I had grown accustomed to accommodating and enduring his overbearing, grumpy ass... so, this new version of him was seriously wrecking me.
Pulling up Gwen's number in my phone, I dialed it only for it to go straight to voicemail. Oh, yeah, I almost forgot about the time difference.
"Cheryl?"
At the sound of Luke's voice, my head jerked up and a bright smile broke out on my face.
"Oh, Luke! I thought you guys went out."
He shrugged.
