Aubrey's POV

　　Damien Cross

　　Of course.

　　It had to be him.

　　Damien Cross.

　　Polished in a tailored suit, the same smug expression on his face like the world owed him something, and women were part of the payment. I froze for half a breath, not because I still felt anything, but because I remembered how foolish I had been the night I let him close.

　　He smiled.

　　God, I hated that walk. That look. Like he was a ...