Chapter 85

• After waiting a few minutes and noticing she still hadn’t picked up her pen, Damian’s patience started to wear thin. He strolled over to her, looked down, and then leaned in to offer her his half-finished glass of wine. "Want a sip?"
• Amelia took the glass without thinking, glanced back, and took a drink. The slightly sweet wine slid down smoothly, giving her a moment of relief.
• "I guess with everything happening lately, I just haven’t felt inspired," she admitted, setting the glass down, her tone laced with regret. "I promised to deliver six designs in a week! Now I’m worried I’ll let Rowan’s clients down. I shouldn’t have been so ambitious."