AMELIA
Just as I was again reflecting on the fact that Damian had not returned home last night, the door opened, and a moment later, the subject of my thoughts came into the house.
In spite of myself, my eyes roved around him, searching for lipstick stains or other telltale signs that he had been with another woman last night.
I found none, but that did not mean he hadn't been tumbling in bed with some floozy. The thought made me really angry.
"Good morning," I said coldly and returned to sipping my steaming cup of coffee.
My eyes roved through the list of orders for the bakery, but I could suddenly not understand what was written there.
"Good morning," Damian called back cheerfully.
To my surprise, instead of going straight to his room like I expected him to, he came to sit o
