Mrs. Thompson stared at him.
“Do you know her?” she asked.
Damien’s eyes didn’t leave the hallway doors.
“Not really,” he said quietly.
She looked at him for a long moment, like she was trying to read something on his face. But he gave her nothing.
THE NEXT MORNING : NEW YORK
The plane touched down with a soft jolt, the early morning sun casting long shadows across the runway. Georgia didn’t wait for the seatbelt sign to go off, her fingers were already fumbling with the buckle.
Lucian gently placed a hand on her wrist. “Easy,” he said, his voice calm. “We’ll get there soon.”
She nodded but didn’t speak. Her heart had been pounding since takeoff, and now that they’d landed, it was racing even more.
As they walked out of the private terminal, Lucian’s black SUV pulled up. The drive
