I closed the door as I entered the home.
Grace was hunched over her sketchbook at the dining table, her pencil moving frantically across the paper.
"Well, well," Grace said without looking up, "care to explain who that handsome guy was who dropped you off? That tall, gorgeous man looked familiar, even from twelve floors up."
I tossed my keys into the bowl by the door, trying to appear casual. "That was Damian Sterling."
"What?" Grace's pencil clattered onto the table as her head snapped up, eyes wide with shock before narrowing with excitement. "How far have things progressed between you two? I need details, Victoria. Right now."
"There's nothing to tell," I insisted, shrugging off my coat. "We don't have any kind of relationship."
Grace completely abandoned her sketchi
