Chapter 22

Lisa's POV

The massive condo building is all luxurious concrete and sleek glass structure, but what claims the breath in my lungs is the colossal, gleaming windows with the ocean view that gives the living room an airy sense of freedom. Tall, potted plants nestle in sleek pots, their green leaves popping against white walls like occasional pools of crystal water in a dreamy vast oasis. The living room is wide and open like the Miami breeze. This much light can very well cure twenty people's seasonal depression. I feel my own mood begin to brighten.

"I had a feeling you'd like it." Smug as the cat that got the cream, Damien stands by the door with Willow asleep in his arms.

"Wow. You have a nice place. Really beautiful."

"Newly rented, barely been lived in, but yeah, thank you."

I flop down on a tan leather sofa that's angled towards the window. "You used a designer?"

"Guilty." He wanders down a hall, but retraces his steps and peeks around the