Damien

Taking an extra-long look at her shapely legs as she climbed in, I helped Ella into my SUV. As I came around to the driver’s side, and sat behind the steering wheel, Ella was buckling her seat belt. “You know, I didn’t manipulate your flight to LA.” I grinned. “Watching you fasten your seat belt reminded me of that fateful day.”

“I wasn’t supposed to be on that flight.”

“I volunteered to go to LA with Van in ...