I could feel something cold spreading through my chest, but I kept my voice steady because that’s what I did. I stayed calm. I was reasonable. I didn’t make scenes.
“So your solution,” I said, “is to bring my sister as your fake wife to a reunion full of people I’ll never meet, and I’m supposed to just be okay with that.”
Damen reached across the table and grabbed my hand like he was comforting me through my own confusion.
“It’s one night,”
he said, squeezing my fingers.
“Nobody will ever know. These people don’t matter. I’ll make it up to you. I promise. We’ll do a nice dinner after. Just us. Whatever restaurant you want.”
He smiled at me with those blue eyes that used to make my stomach flip.
And I realized something that should have been obvious years ago.
