Chapter Fourteen
I’m alone at the Den the next day, because we aren’t going to meet again until Sunday. I could have called the other men in the Thieves Club, but that would have meant admitting how much last night meant to me. How hard it was to leave her with a kind but reserved, That was lovely, darling. So when someone sits down at the armchair beside me, I’m startled.
Damon Scott looks out the window at the blur of cars and glint of sunlight. He does not ask permission before taking the seat, because he owns the place. Though I’m not sure he asks permission for anything, regardless. Except perhaps to his pretty lady friend.
We sit in silence in the way that only men can do. A woman would have asked me twenty questions by now. And normally I could field them with charm and seduction
