Damon’s POV

“How are you loving this place so far?” Steven asked, smiling at me and bidding me to gush about his hometown.

I shrugged. “It's quiet.”

His expression fell as if he had been expecting more than that.

“It's exactly what I need.” I said to make up for my blunder.

He smiled wide and I doubted the lift of his lips would have been wider than that if I had emptied my account into his hands. Despite my resolution not to go back to the art workshop and waste my time, I ...