(Damon’s POV)
Walter showed up uninvited, again. And like the i***t I clearly am, I decided to be the bigger man and let him stay. I told myself it was fine. I could handle it.
I was wrong.
The second Ava walked into the room, I knew I was in trouble. She smiled softly as she passed by Walter, and he—because he couldn’t help himself—grabbed her hand and kissed it. Right in front of me.
My jaw clenched so hard I could feel the muscle ticking at my temple. I should have known. If I’d let myself give in to Ava’s concern the other day at the office… if I’d let her comfort me, let her in… then what? This? Watching her play house with Walter while I stood here like a fool? Vulnerable. Exposed.
I stared at her as she disappeared upstairs, probably to get away from this mess. Truth be told, a
