Damon's POV
Night had settled over the city by the time I finally left Kate's studio. She waved me off at the door with that polite, distracted smile of hers, saying she still had sketches to finish, turning down my offer of dinner, a walk, even a late session at the gym. Every invitation I could think of, gently, firmly declined.
Lucky for me, I'd had a lot of practice with rejection these past few weeks.
I sank into the driver's seat with a sigh, fingers brushing absently across the leather as I pulled up the metadata report on the first draft of her contract. Old habit. I never let paperwork pass through my hands without knowing exactly where it had come from.
But my mind wouldn't stay on the file.
I kept replaying the afternoon. The way Kate had angled her shoulder just slightly a
