Based on the time she’d spent with Ethan Carter, Olivia was pretty sure he just wasn’t that kind of guy.
But photos didn’t lie. And the excuse he’d given—“I’ll be late”—now made sense. He’d clearly been taking Aileen to the hospital.
A deep, warm voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
“Hey there.”
Olivia Bennett looked up at the man who’d just walked in through the door.
Before she could ask, he spoke up, “I’m here to pick someone up. Is Beatty with you?”
She realized right away this was the man from the phone call earlier. Nodding, she replied, “Yeah, you’ve got the right place. She was dressed way too lightly for the weather, so I sent my assistant to help Susan find her something warmer. If you don’t mind waiting a bit, they should be out soon.”
“I don’t mind,” he said, settling his gaze on her, his eyes gentle but suddenly concerned as he noticed her pale face. He frowned. “Are you feeling okay?”
She shook off her swirling thoughts and forced a small smile. “I’m fine. Why don’t you have a seat? I’ll get you some water.”
“No trouble at all,” the man replied politely.
Olivia smiled back, “Really, thank you for what you did today.”
He shrugged. “Just lending a hand. No need to mention it.”
He extended a hand. “I’m Damian Franklin, by the way.”
“Olivia Bennett.”
Just as they finished introductions, Helen Adams appeared with Beatty.
“Damian!” Beatty cried, running straight over to him.
He caught her and gave her a quick once-over, making sure she was okay. “What are you doing here, kiddo? Didn’t I tell you not to wander off?”


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