Kayla
Damien’s phone cut through the quiet of the bedroom like a siren. He glanced at the screen, his expression hardening instantly. "I have to take this," he clipped out, already halfway to the door.
I went back to my task, tucking lace and silk into a travel bag. Damien’s voice rose from the other room. When he stepped back into the room, he was already rolling up his sleeves, the tension radiating off him.
"Board emergency," he said, checking his watch. "I’m sorry, Kayla. I have to go."
"Right now? The movers are coming tomorrow, Damien."
"I know. Corporate drama never takes a holiday." He stepped close, tilting my chin up for a lingering, possessive kiss. "Pack the essentials. Leave the heavy lifting to the professionals. I’ll make this up to you tonight."
"Is that a promise o
