the door to ring the bell. Within a few seconds, the door opened, and she was greeted by a plain-faced gentleman who peered inquisitively at her.
“I’m here to see Damon Roche,” she said
“Do you have an appointment?”
She blinked. “Um, well, no. I called earlier and was told he’d be in. Can you tell him Angelina Moyano would like to talk to him?”
He gestured for her to come inside, and she followed him into a luxurious sitting room.
“I’ll see if Mr. Roche is willing to meet with you,” he said politely.
She nodded and sank onto the sumptuous leather couch. She studied the room while he was gone, taking in the tasteful decor. Everything about The House spoke of refinement and elegance. No matter what went on behind closed doors, there was a distinct air of class. It was hard to feel cheap or tawdry in such a place, and maybe that was the point.
“Angelina,” Damon said as he strode through the doorway. He stopped in front of her, his expression inquiring. “You wished to speak with me?”
She rose to stand before him, warming to the spark of authority in his voice. This too was a man well used to being in charge.
“Yes, please,” she said, trying to keep the uncertainty from her voice.
He held a hand out to touch her arm. “Come into my office. Would you like coffee or juice?”
She shook her head and followed him down the hall and into a spacious office that oozed raw masculinity.
“Have a seat,” he said as he walked around the desk to his chair. He sat and leaned back, studying her with his deep brown eyes. A wide, gold band circled his ring finger, surprising her. Why, she wasn’t sure, but the idea that he had a wife seemed odd. Did she mind his ownership of a place where sex was as common as drinking water?
“What can I do for you, Angelina?”
She grimaced, twisting her mouth into a rueful smile. “I wanted to know if my membership was still valid.”
His fingers formed a triangle, the tips coming together to rest against his bottom lip as he continued to stare levelly at her. “Is there any reason it shouldn’t be?”
“Let’s not pretend you aren’t friends with Micah. Guy’s code and all that. I’ve witnessed the biggest boys club in the world when my brother and Micah were on the police force.”
“Yes, we’re friends.”
“Are you pissed that I withheld that I knew him during my application process?”
Damon sighed. “What are you really asking, Angelina? If you want to know if Micah has demanded I bar you from the premises—one, he doesn’t have the right to demand anything, friendship notwithstanding. And two, I haven’t heard a word from him since last night.”
“Then I’m welcome here?”
Damon nodded.
She started to rise, but something in his expression stopped her.
“Can I ask you something, Angelina? It’s strictly personal, and you shouldn’t feel obligated to answer. It won’t affect your standing here. But as I stated, Micah and I are friends. He’s told me about David and Hannah.”
Her eyes widened in surprise.
“Yes, I know,” he said quietly. “Why are you here? I’ve never seen Micah anything but in control, and last night you managed to completely unhinge him. I can’t help but think it was intentional on your part.”
Slowly she nodded.
His eyes narrowed angrily. “What game are you playing? I don’t want him hurt.”
“Neither do I,” she said evenly. “I’m the last person who would ever hurt him.”
One eyebrow rose, and understanding fired in his eyes. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
She raised her hands palms up. “That’s the million-dollar question,” she murmured. “I can give Micah what he needs. I understand him better than anyone else.”
“But does he understand you?” he asked gently.
Her lips tightened. “He doesn’t see me. He doesn’t know me. But he will. He will.”
Damon studied her another moment. “Are you okay, Angelina? Is there anything you need? Are you
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