I'd find the right moment to ask Damian directly.
It was probably nothing.
But what I didn't see, as I started the engine and pulled out of the garage, was Darius still standing in the same spot. And on his face, rare and unmistakable, was a look of complicated hesitation that almost never belonged there.
Ronald's POV
The bedroom was pitch black, but my eyes were open, fixed on the ceiling.
Sleep hadn't come. My mind kept replaying the data.
That smart lock.
Years ago, when Kate had been handling the renovation of our apartment, I'd taken over on the day the front door was installed. I'd pulled the contractor aside and, with an embarrassed laugh, explained that my work schedule kept me out late, so I wanted the lock upgraded to one that logged every time the door was opened. The dat
