Jessa stood on the street corner, waiting for Damien. She knew she was early, but each minute she waited, doubt and nerves settled in.
She shifted from one foot to another. What had she been thinking, agreeing to this? She had no business going out for dinner with anyone at the moment. She needed to keep her head down and concentrate on herself and the baby.
But Damien was hard to resist. She only hoped she wasn’t making the same mistakes all over again.
When she had first met Victor, there had been something about his take-charge attitude that had intrigued her. She’d thought him protective, caring, strong.
She had been so wrong.
Was she also wrong about Damien? Could he be an asshole as well?
Maybe all dominant men were? Maybe everything she had read about how protective and loving
