Owned by fate claimed by him.

eyebrows raised, watching Damien

eigning nonchalanc

y. That is, until he turned the steering wheel and drove up an un

around. The skyline faded behind us as

ee. Just

glanced sideways at him. Even in the dim glow of the dashboard

a gentle stop at a clearing on

s bea

rdust, but above-the stars ruled. There were s

alked around to open my

s this

offering his hand. "I've neve

brief second, I hesitated-was this real? But the si

secrets through the trees. He stood silently

ma

name aloud, and it sounded like s

" he asked, his voice low, teasin

een laughter and disbe

ead se

ause it was unexpectedly perfect. He held out his

rld bl

f my back. My palm rested against his chest

t and the rhythm of our breath. But we moved.

I were something fr

eat flushed my cheeks. It

e drifted apart slightly. H

," he said. "You'

he

le I usua

row. "Becaus

crinkling. "Beca

mpliment clung to t

nothing: "You said you needed a job. H

ked. "

secretary position. It'

ped. "You'r

don't offer se

lurted, wa

ine sound that echoed a

your ent

eepishly. "It's ju

kno

ss card. Damien Wolfe, CEO, Wolfe Enterprises. I read the ad

I asked, h

there tomorrow mor

You really a

slightly. "Just a man who sees

hood dreams, favorite movies, things we feared. I learned he hated oliv

n those walls," he

pent much t

ated. "T

hing shifted in his eyes.

city had quieted, the roads thinned

you tomorr

you-for tonight

he door behind me, and watched him driv

d, a strange peace wrapping

in a long while,

brea

was sm

es began to close

wn Ca

ed, then

e?" a voi

his is Amara

was trying to reach Mr. Damien Wolfe. His mother

aught. "His

in touch with him, tell

all e

the screen,

oed in my mind: Too muc

epping into something

, he wasn't the only on