Desmond Loupé
Desmond couldn’t believe it. She said yes. After a long day of hunting down leads, cracking codes, and discussing the case, when he’d invited her to his house for some takeout and to go over the files, he’d expected the usual. A polite excuse, a vague "maybe another time," but instead, Cassandra Kane had smiled and agreed without a second thought.
And now, he was pacing around his living room like a nervous teenager. His mind spun as he inspected his living room once again, checking every corner to make sure everything was just right. He’d been living here for a short time, but it still didn’t feel home—not in the way he wanted. It felt more like a place to crash after a long day, not a space that invited someone in. But he had made the effort tonight.
He straightened a fe
