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She smiled, warm and wide.
"I'd do anything for you, hun."
Chapter fifty-five
Emma
The week had been strange.
Not bad strange.
Not the kind of strange that made my stomach clench and my mind spiral into worst-case scenarios.
But tonight we had a date.
A chance to reconnect.
I turned toward the mirror, smoothing my hands down the fabric of my dress.
The same one Candace had pulled from my closet as I prepared to meet Read.
My choice, not Damien's.
Dark red.
Skin tight.
A dress that left very little to the imagination and even less room for underwear lines.
That first time I'd been horrified to wear it, claiming it showed every horrible flaw.
But now, the woman looking back at me was sexy. Desirable.
And I knew once Damien laid his gaze on me, it would darken, trailing me from head to toe, heat and hunger barely leashed behind that careful control.
Which was why I'd chosen the black lace set currently hidden beneath it—delicate, barely-there, and entirely intentional.
Tonight I had plans of my own.
I grabbed my clutch from the counter, gave myself one last look—you've got this—and headed downstairs.
Harold was already waiting at the curb, unnervingly wide smile in place.
I slid into the back seat.
The city blurred past the window as I clicked on Candace's name.
Me: How's the newly official girlfriend thing going?
After months of watching them dance around each other—the longing glances, the almost-confessions—they'd finally stopped pretending.
Thank God.
Candace seemed happier than I'd ever seen her. Lighter. Softer.
I waited, thumb hovering over the screen, expecting the usual flood of messages.
The latest and greatest thing Sebastian had done. A string of emojis. A voice note that was ninety percent squealing.
