Chapter 43

Charley stood still in the doorway. "Won’t what?" she demanded.

"Be home soon," Dami extended. "He knows I am here," he explained huskily. "He thinks I am taking you out to dinner."

‘Dinner?’ Her shoulders wrenched back. "I don’t want to have dinner with you."

"It is the only way you will get rid of me, Cara," he said.

It was the cool way he relayed that that made her twist back to look at him. The moment she saw the way he was standing there, looking as contained as hell, she knew he had turned back into the cool-headed Dami De Santis who did not play fair in a fight.

Tall, though, lean, and sexily handsome. Charley found herself nervously moistening her lips. "Explain that," she instructed.

"Dinner," he repeated. That is all. I have already reserved a table. All you have to do is sit down with me and eat.

Never in a million years was that all he expected her to do.

"Or I will call in your family debt."

Ah, now he was talking, Charley thought. She understood this Dami so well! The un