Complete Me (The Stark Trilogy)

and realize he’s right—and that I’ve been napping for over an hour.
    “Never mind,” he says. “I can tell how your day was. And I’m envious.”
    “You could have joined us,” I say, giving Jamie a nudge. Like me, she’s dozed off. Unlike me, she’s rolled over onto her stomach and is now snoring softly into a pillow.
    Damien, it turns out, has ordered dinner from a local restaurant, and we have a variety of sandwiches, soups, and salads to munch on during the movie he’s planned for us to watch. “I figured I earned some downtime, too,” he says. “Assuming you don’t mind me joining the party?”
    “I think we can suffer through it,” I say, brushing a light kiss over his lips. “Thanks,” I add. “Jamie needed this. And so did I.”
    Thursday arrives in much the same manner as Wednesday, although this go-round Jamie actually manages to make pancakes that resemble pancakes. We eat them on the patio with freshly squeezed orange juice, and as I look out over the sundappled lake, I can’t help but feel like I could stay here forever.
    “I’m half-tempted to call Lisa and reschedule for Monday.”
    “Oh, yes, please,” Jamie says.
    I look at Damien, but his expression remains calmly bland, offering me no help one way or the other.
    “No,” I finally say. “I need to see this space, and I want to talk with Lisa, too.”
    “You’re meeting her at ten?” Damien asks, then continues when I nod. “We’ll leave tomorrow morning. Edward can meet you at the tower and take you to the property in the limo.”
    “Um, I don’t think so. Let’s just leave early enough that you can drop me at home.”
    “I have early meetings.”
    “Then we’ll have Edward drop me at home.”
    “That’s a waste of time,” Damien says. “You can dress here, then go straight to your meeting. I’ll meet you afterward and you can give me the rundown.”
    “No,” I say.
    “Dammit, Nikki—”
    “No.”
I hold up a hand. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I know something is. And you can just spill it right now.”
    Beside me, Jamie stands. “You know, I have a sudden urge to go reorganize my suitcase.”
    I don’t even bother to nod; I’m too focused on Damien, who continues to remain stonily silent.
    “Don’t do this, Damien. This time whatever secret you’re keeping is about me. And we both damn well know it.”
    He pinches the bridge of his nose, and I see the signs of weariness in his face. “Your car was trashed,” he finally says, his voice flat and even. Not with the tone of defeat, but with the level control of someone trying to keep a tight rein on fury.
    “Say again,” I say stupidly.
    “Someone threw paint all over your car,” he says. “That’s an irritation, but not irreversible. But they also jimmied a lock and filled it with raw fish. I sincerely doubt the smell will ever go away.”
    “I—” I close my mouth, giving up. I have absolutely no idea what to say. “How do you know?”
    He sighs heavily. “I’ve been concerned about the security at your condo for a while.”
    “But you already installed an alarm system,” I say. After the first anonymous note, he’d asked Jamie if she minded. Because Jamie is not an idiot, she agreed, and Damien’s security dudes tricked out the condo’s security while he and I were in Germany.
    “That’s clearly not enough. I arranged with the property management to install a security gate for the parking area and to enclose the entry foyer. Two days ago, my crew found your car. Needless to say, I stepped up the schedule to get that work completed.”
    I remember him referencing a gate during the call he took while we were shopping. “You told me that call had to do with Sofia,” I say.
    “No. I said there were things I had to take care of. And that I was worried about Sofia.”
    “Dammit, Damien, don’t split hairs with me. You deliberately obfuscated the truth. Why?”
    “Because I didn’t want that bubble of yours to pop yet. Not when I’d brought you here to escape reality for a few more days.”
    “I—” I want to cry out to him that he can’t hide shit like that from me, and he can’t plunk me in the back of a limo and expect that will keep me safe.
    I don’t, though. Because I get it. He would have told me eventually—hell, the conversation would be hard to avoid. But he wanted to give me the gift of peace for just a few more days.
    “Fine,” I finally say. “You’re off the hook about not telling