The soft glow of the city lights shimmered against the large windows of Damon’s penthouse. Cassie curled her fingers around the warm ceramic mug in her hands, the rich aroma of coffee filling the air. She still couldn’t believe how the past twenty-four hours had played out.
She glanced toward the living room, where Damon leaned against the fireplace, his sleeves rolled up, revealing the strong lines of his forearms. He looked at her with an unreadable expression, his dark eyes filled with something she wasn’t sure she was ready to name.
“I still can’t believe it,” she whispered. “That Steele just… walked away.”
Damon’s lips curled into a smirk. “He had no choice. We backed him into a corner.”
Cassie shook her head in disbelief. “You did all of this for my father’s company?”
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