Emma's POV

The moment I dropped my precious conditioner into the shopping bag, I bolted out of the store like I'd just committed a robbery. My sandals slapped the pavement as I practically jogged back toward Damon's mansion, muttering under my breath the entire way.

"Why did I think now was a good time to step out?" I huffed, weaving between a couple walking their poodle like I was in a one-woman marathon. "You're so smart, Emma. Yeah, go buy conditioner right before you're supposed to pretend ...