DAMON’S POV
I waited until the car turned the corner before walking away. Being around Gabrielle too much wasn’t good for either of us.
A car was parked a few blocks away.
I got into the front passenger seat. “How long have you been waiting?”
Fiorella smiled. “Thirty minutes. What took you so long? The plane was ready an hour ago.”
“I had business to attend to,” I said, adjusting my jacket. The same business I was attending to was right in my pocket.
Fiorella arched a brow, her eyes flicking to the tension in my shoulders. “Business that leaves you looking like that?”
I ignored her, reaching into my pocket. The fabric brushed against my fingers before I pulled it out — her underwear, still faintly warm from earlier.
I stared at it for a moment before tucking it back in.
Fiorel
