Chapter Four
In the space between us there’s a cool breeze, full of sweet memories and dark secrets, bringing with it the unique scent of boy and man. Everything that I tried so hard to forget, rushing back to me in a deep, soul-waking breath.
A fist tightens around my throat, but I don’t know if it’s in the shape of Damon Scott’s hands. Am I afraid of him? Or am I afraid of who I am around him?
Silence stretches out in mocking accusation. Afraid, afraid, afraid.
“Penny,” he says on a sigh that sounds almost obscene, so carnal and pleased.
I’m no longer a sixteen-year-old girl, even if I feel like it right now. “Where’s my father, Damon?”
There. I spoke in an even tone, not tripping over the words. No tremor to match how I’m feeling inside. It’s a testament to years spent around youn
