Damon walked straight into the living room, completely ignoring me. I guessed he was probably thinking about that little boy.
Even though he denied my suspicions, we were both adults; how could he not have a shred of doubt?
"Um, I'm here to pick up Daisy. Can you arrange for someone to drop me back home?" I didn't want to stick around, but judging from Damon's demeanor, he wasn't likely to drive me home.
However, Lisa chimed in. "Stay for lunch, and we'll have Damon drop you off later." She grabbed my hand and led me into the living room. It was hot outside, but the living room was cool. Damon was sitting on the couch with a glass of water in his hand, seemingly lost in thought.
I sat to one side, quietly observing him.
Feeling my gaze, he looked at me with a cold glint in his eyes. "Still doubting me?"
I replied calmly, "No, it seems like you're the one doubting yourself now."
