Damian's POV

The next day dawned gray.

I was at Winter Group's headquarters, surrounded by stacks of reports. Tablets and computer screens glowed with numbers and graphs, and the office seemed to breathe the same rigid discipline I demanded from everyone who worked there.

I leaned back in my chair, massaging my temples.

Stella's kiss kept intruding at the worst possible moments, irritating me at myself for the distraction. I tried bargaining with my own patience, reminding myself that I'