Chapter 20

I closed the door as I entered the home. Grace was hunched over her sketchbook at the dining table, her pencil moving frantically across the paper. "Well, well," Grace said without looking up, "care to explain who that handsome guy was who dropped you off? That tall, gorgeous man looked familiar, even from twelve floors up." I tossed my keys into the bowl by the door, trying to appear casual. "That was Damian Sterling." "What?" Grace's pencil clattered onto the table as her head snapped up, eyes wide with shock before narrowing with excitement. "How far have things progressed between you two? I need details, Victoria. Right now." "There's nothing to tell," I insisted, shrugging off my coat. "We don't have any kind of relationship." Grace completely abandoned her sketching, coming around the table to block my path to the kitchen. "I thought I was your best friend. When did you start keeping secrets from me? If there's 'nothing' between you two, how did you end up in his car? Was he tryi