Imogene Scott

Ding!

Seriously? I sigh, sinking deeper into the couch cushions. The doorbell rings again, shattering the peaceful evening Damien and I were enjoying. We’ve been at the villa for four days, and it’s been quiet—just the way I like it. We’ve managed to avoid Dahlia and Jace ever since that uncomfortable dinner, and I’m counting down the days until we can go back to LA and see Lily. Three more days, and we’ll be home.

I glance at Damien, who’s lounging beside me, his legs stretched out. He raises an eyebrow at the doorbell.

“Expecting anyone?” he asks, his voice teasing, but there’s a hint of irritation behind...