Damien’s smile deepened—soft, proud, threaded with quiet amusement. He leaned closer, his voice low enough for only her to hear. “Look at him, love,” he murmured, eyes fixed on Jaime, who was grinning ear to ear. “He finally found a place he belongs.”
Maya’s chest tightened at the words. The edges of her smile trembled, tenderness shining through. “Yeah,” she whispered back, her voice barely audible. “He really did. Thank you.”
Across the table, Dominic lifted his glass with a grin that carried both pride and mischief. “A Lockwood and a Takahashi building the next generation of security systems,” he mused, his tone dry but touched with warmth. “Now that’s a headline I wouldn’t mind reading.”
A ripple of laughter spread around the table—soft, genuine, and full of that rare ease that come
