“Ivy—” Hale replied softly with a smile as he sat on my couch, “please understand.. Damian is particular.”

When I had said that we would figure out a plan with Damian, I hadn’t meant that I was going to play prisoner in my cottage all weekend because they were worried about Damian smelling me.

“I don’t get it, Hale. What do you mean, I smell different? Last time I checked, I smelt like lavender and roses.” If the scowl on my face didn't explain ...