Aria threw herself into his arms.
Damien caught her effortlessly. He wrapped one arm securely around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest.
"Are you okay?" Damien murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"I literally sprinted through traffic," Aria sighed, resting her cheek against his dress shirt. She looked up at him, her emerald eyes filled with despair. "And I did it for nothing."
Damien brought a hand up to smooth a tangled, rose-gold curl behind her ear.
"You are vastly underestimating your own impact, Mrs. Sinclair," Damien told her smoothly. "You do not need a conference room to hold a press conference. Right now, you are the most famous, highly searched woman on the planet."
Aria blinked, tilting her head. "...But the media already left."
