"Nothing much. What brings you here? Is there another surveillance session tonight?" I scrambled to gather the papers and tablet from the desk, clutching them against my chest, and offered him an awkward smile.
Damon's eyes flickered over the edges of the drawings visible above my arms, but he was tactful enough not to press the question I'd dodged. Instead, he extended an invitation. "Of course not. Voss Corporation doesn't work its employees that hard, especially not injured ones. Come on. I'm taking you to dinner."
"Just us?" I blinked.
"Having dinner alone with me shouldn't be that horrifying, should it?" His mouth curved. "There's a fantastic Italian place downstairs. You need food that doesn't look as pale as you do right now. And I'm guessing Damian hasn't taken you anywhere besi
