Ivy.
Standing at the back door, looking at the guys by the clubhouse, I found confusion about what was happening. It wasn’t like them to ignore me the first time I called, but I knew I wasn’t the center of their world.
At least, I didn’t think I was.
However, what caught my attention the most was how uncomfortable James looked. I had watched them before I came outside, and I saw how James dramatically flailed his arms around as if he was telling them a story. A story I fully knew already.
I could tell what happened last night had been on his mind this morning. The link we shared going crazy as he tried to push his thoughts aside and think of baseball, of all things, as I was trying to read him.
It was all too obvious though, and chuckling internally, I found amusement in how the great ‘playboy’ James was acting right now.
Power surged through me like nothing I had ever felt before, and for once, I was content, determined to get Damian back instead of feeling depressed.
