I knew that voice.

Damian.

Except… not really. He wasn’t even here. I was just imagining how he’d react if he knew where I was, if he knew what I was planning.

This was like a dream vacation, even if it wasn’t real-real. Traveling the world, working on art with someone who actually mattered. Someone who looked like he could pin me against a jet wall and call it team-building.

“As a married woman, did I need permission to travel for work?” I muttered under my breath. Then, out loud, all sweet obedience:

“Yes, sir.”

Caden’s amber gaze slid to me, sharp enough to slice my underwear drawer in half....