Instead of sitting in this noisy, smoke-filled place, he'd like to be somewhere quiet, holding her in his arms as they slow danced. His cell phone rang. He pulled it from his waist holster. “Hello?” “Clay? I can barely hear you. Where are you?” “I'm in a club with your sister having my hearing impaired.” Damien laughed. “Better you than me. Listen, I've met her.” He frowned. “You've met who?” “The woman you ran away from.” He tensed. “What? What are you talking about?” “Oh, come on, Clay. You know who and what I'm talking about. She's gorgeous and her name is Darbi Raymond.” When had Damien gone from being an annoying younger brother to a man who knew him like a best friend? “What makes you think we know each other?” “I know you do.” “How?” “She asked about you.” “And that proves what?” “It was the way she asked.” He sighed and raked a hand through his hair.
