Damien didn't exactly flush red with Spencer's crude words, but he did stiffen very noticeably and looked like he bit into a lime. "I was very discreet," he defended picking the thing he could argue as opposed to the other facts. "You couldn't have followed my car, I looked. There weren't any cars behind me."

He wasn't going to discuss his bedding habits with anyone, least of all his redneck security. But it did feel somewhat relieving to finally let someone into his secret, no matter how heart stopping this moment was.