There was no edge in Damian's tone. Coming to her senses, Elodie didn't want a conflict either. She answered evenly, "Right."
He looked her over for a moment. Seeing her travel-worn exhaustion, he put down the tablet and coffee cup and stood, slipping his hands into his pockets. "We're having a meal at the main house tomorrow."
She nodded. "For something like this, a phone call would've been enough. Or you could've just told me at the airport. There was no need to follow me all the way home."
"Just came back to take a look," Damian said, somewhat embarrassed at being rebuffed. His expression softened a little, and he fixed a lukewarm gaze on her. "I'll come pick you up tomorrow at noon. Be ready ahead of time."
Pick her up?
She paused. "I can drive myself. You're busy. There's no need
