ECHOES OF THE PAST
I leaned closer to the screen, studying the man whose hand never left her back, whose body moved with hers like they'd been dancing together for years instead of what I assumed were weeks at most.
Damian Cole, that was the name my sources had given me. Venture capitalist, tech entrepreneur, someone who'd appeared on my radar only recently but who seemed to have inserted himself into Aria's life with alarming speed.
"Who the hell are you?" I muttered at the screen, freezing the frame on his face. He was handsome in that dangerous, understated way that certain women found irresistible. Dark hair, sharp features, the kind of confidence that came from real power rather than the performance of it
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