ARIA'S POV
The car pulled up to a familiar building, and Aria felt her breath catch as recognition washed over her. Alinea. The exclusive Michelin-starred restaurant where Damien had taken her on their first official date....back when she was still pretending to be Sarah the maid, back when everything between them had been complicated by lies and secrets she couldn't share.
So much had changed since then. And yet, somehow, everything was exactly the same.
"Alinea?" she said softly, turning to look at Damien in the dim interior of the car.
His expression was unreadable in the shadows, but she could see the intensity in his dark eyes. "I thought it was appropriate."
The driver opened her door, and Damien was immediately there, offering his hand to help her out. His fingers closed around hers....warm, possessive, claiming...and he didn't let go as they walked toward the entrance.
