Damien's POVVictoria invited us to dinner on Wednesday."Both of you," she said when she called. "At my place. Seven o'clock. Don't be late."Alex looked skeptical when I told him. "Your sister wants to have dinner with us?""Apparently.""Is this an ambush? Is she going to try to convince you to come back to Ross Industries?""Probably. But she's also making her famous lasagna, so it's worth the lecture."We showed up at six fifty-five. Victoria's apartment was in Tribeca, modern and expensive and perfectly decorated. She answered the door in jeans and a sweater, looking more relaxed than I'd seen her in months."You came," she said, hugging me."You made lasagna. I'm predictable."She hugged Alex next. "Thank you for coming. And for keeping my brother relatively sane through everything.""That's generous," Alex said. "I think we kept each other sane."Inside, Marcus was already there, opening wine in the kitchen. His husband Tom was setting the table. It felt deliberately casual, l
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