I stepped back a bit, setting a sliver of distance between us. My hand brushed the edge of the counter, grounding myself before I said something I couldn’t take back.

“You have a sharp nose,” I muttered. “But what do you expect? I work with him. Of course I might smell like him.”

Damian’s jaw tightened. “You’re lying.”

I touched my chest dramatically. “Me?”

His silence stretched. The kind that thickened the air and dared me to fill it. But I would.

“Tell me the truth,” he said finally, voice low, warning and alpha male nonsense.

“Why?” I asked, a crooked smile tugging at my lips. “Are you feeling territorial?”...