CINDY’S POV
“Party? With you?” I laughed, my voice a little too bright, my body already buzzing like I’d chugged a double espresso.
The idea of being on Damian’s arm again sent a thrill through me, and I hated how much I liked it.
He tilted his head, that lazy smirk curling his lips, eyes glinting with trouble.
“What, you got a problem with that, Sheriff?”
Without waiting for an answer, he pressed the sleek gift bag into my hand, his fingers brushing mine just long enough to make my skin tingle.
I peeked inside, two fancy gold-and-black boxes, the top one with Alaric Virelli scrawled in bold ink.
I snorted, glancing up at him. “Why’s my brother’s name on here if this is for Vicky and me?”
He chuckled, low and warm, leaning against the table, his suit jacket pulling tight across hi
