Chapter 9

• Chapter Nine
• Damien sat on the bed in Dale’s downstairs guestroom. He had a feeling there was a reason as to why he was downstairs and not upstairs in the only other available guestroom. Hell, he didn’t blame Dale for not trusting him near his family. He had gone a little loco the day before. But seeing how the Carson family interacted with each other seared a hole through his chest. It was beautiful to see, but it made him feel even lonelier. Even little Third made his presence known. All that laughter, happiness and comical conversation, it made him want Victoria Secret even more. He’d quickly excused himself before he jumped on Ellie again.
• Though he’d had a fitful night, it was the most rest he’d had in the longest time. It was a comfortable bed, not like the seedy ones he’d slept on chasing false leads on VS around the country. He ran his hand tiredly over his face, pausing to stroke the light buzz on his chin and around his mouth. He’d shaved some, all that was left was cutting his head of long curls. But for now—he combed his hair back and held it at the base of his head with a rubber band. Holding the towel around his waist, he moved to the closet to grab his bag. Hopefully, he’d have something clean to wear and then he would ask Dale about a washer and a drier. He was sure Dale was still home. He didn’t trust Damien around his wife and sadly neither did Damien. Every time he looked at her he saw…