Chapter 41

I dropped my bag on the dusty, friendly sofa in my living room. My feet were a bit sore and I needed a shower. However, before I could walk to the bathroom, one of my phones vibrated inside my bag. I dropped down onto the upholstery as I opened it to look for my cell phone. It was him. At exactly the time I'd promised.

- Damien? - I held the phone between my shoulder and my ear, suddenly aware of the masculine smell of his jacket on my shoulders.

- Are you home?

- Yes. I told you I'd be fine by cab. - I repeated.

- I don't like your refusals very much. Tom might as well take you home. - his voice sounded resentful.

- When do we have our next appointment? - I changed the subject to avoid another argument.

- Next Friday. Ulysses invited us to a table on Broadway, after the exhibition in his gallery.

- Art and then live music? - I took off my sandals. At least I knew what to expect from the restaurant frequented by a large part of Rio's elite. It was a constant reference point for refine