There were a few locals already in the restaurant, but they didn’t look up as Damien and Jay entered. In daylight, it was easy to see the building was stonework and brick on the first level, with dark stained wooden doors and French windows. The second floor was made of logs, with a protruding balcony and wrought iron railing. Damien walked inside and climbed the steep wooden stairwell two steps at a time. It opened out into a spacious room with only two people there: Freeman and—
Damien stopped. ‘Grace.’
She and Freeman were drinking tea. They both stood to greet him.
Damien shook his head. ‘What the hell?‘
Jay pushed past. ‘Next time I lead the charge—’
He froze when he saw Grace, then immediately tensed. Damien saw his hand move for his waist. He clamped his hand over Jay’s. ‘Hold
