Chapter 9
Serenity sat across from Damien and ate her pasta, too overwhelmed for conversation. The spaghetti provided energy coursing through her veins—he’d been right about needing to eat. She swallowed the last bite and sipped on her lemon water while he finished his plate.
He put his fork down on the empty china. "What is your typical Saturday morning like?"
"I usually work." He wiped his mouth with a napkin.
Work was what her father had done all the time too, except when her mother threw one of her social parties. She leaned on the table. "Even in the morning?"
He nodded and placed the napkin on the table. "My brother and I work together. So work is the discussion but we also play various sports to outdo each other."
Sports and competition would make sense for him. She averted h
