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“And you drive like you have a death wish. I was in one terrible car accident if you remember. I don’t want a repeat.”

Her face drained of color. “I’m so sorry, Damian. I didn’t think.”

He waved it away. “Don’t worry about it. I’m mostly teasing you.”

“You can pick me up at six.”

“That works for me.”

Kat stood. “Okay, now what do you want me to bring you, or did you just come in to bother me?”

He grinned at her. “I’ll take a ham on rye.”

Chapter 22

Kat hurried into her house, tossing her keys in the bowl. She had less than forty-five minutes to make herself look presentable. As she stripped off her clothes Hilary poked her head around the corner. “What are you doing? You look like you’re in a relay race and have to get naked before the other team.”

“I’ve got to take a quick shower. I have a date.”

“For reals?” Hilary made a face. “With who? Elliot?”

Kat made a gagging noise. “No.” She slipped off her socks. “It’s with Damian.” She grabbed a sweater, new underwear, and her nice skinny jeans and ran into the bathroom.

“Damian?” Her sister’s voice came through the door. “I thought he left town. You’ve been all mopey.”

“He’s back.” She didn’t want to talk about it. Didn’t want to think about it. Because she knew he wasn’t back to stay. Why she said yes to go out with him was beyond her. Stupid, really. But her body betrayed her and said yes when her mind wanted her to run away.

She turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up. If her sister said anything else, the noise of the water drowned her out. After her shower she dressed and turned on her hairdryer, attacking her head with her brush. Ten minutes later it didn’t look half-bad.

The doorbell rang and Kat rushed to get the door, but when she entered the living room Hilary had already opened it. Damian walked in and Kat tried not to suck in a breath. How could it be that every time she saw him, he grew even more handsome? He just wore jeans and a button-up shirt, but the way it hugged him, he could have walked off a movie screen. She tried to form a complete sentence. “Hey, Damian.” She gave herself props for not drooling.

Hilary had a smug smile on her face, and she folded her arms. “Have fun you two.”

Kat grabbed her coat before Hilary could embarrass her. “Bye.”

Her nerves jumped as they walked to Damian’s rental car. He opened the door for her, which reminded her this was more like an official date. How did she get to this place? Going on a date with a billionaire? What kind of alternate universe was this?

Damian slid into his seat and started the car. “You look nice,” he said.

Kat’s cheeks heated. “Thanks.”

He pulled out into the street. The tension between them grew as no one spoke. Kat blew out a breath. This was going to be a long night if neither one of them would say anything. “How was your week?”

“It was fine,” he said. He gave her a glance. “I missed you.”

Her heart jumped into her throat. Had Damian been thinking about her? She swallowed, not sure how to respond to him. She’d been thinking about him as well. Especially since last night, when they talked on the phone. She’d enjoyed their conversation. She’d tried to tell herself she was just talking to him because she had to, to keep up the Amelia pretense, but that was a lie. She liked him. Too much.

He looked apprehensive, so she gave him a small smile. “I missed you, too.”

“How’s your mother?”

The familiar pang of pain stabbed at her chest. “Not well.”

He reached over and put his hand on her knee. The gesture was sweet, and his touch spread warmth through her. “I’m sorry. Could more be done for her, if she were in a larger facility?”

“I don’t think so.”

“That has to be hard on you.”

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