The intercom buzzed. I jumped, almost spilling cold tea down my leg.
For one stupid second my pulse leapt. Damian.
I hated how my body answered before my brain. I tasted disappointment through the peephole before I could stop my heart.
Not Damian.
Damon stood in the corridor in a dark coat, rain sparkling on his shoulders. A folder in one hand. Shopping bags in the other. He looked like he'd robbed a luxury supermarket.
I opened the door. "Damon?"
His eyes flicked over my face. "Evening, Kate. I hope I haven't interrupted a more anticipated guest. For a woman expecting no company, you wore a very complicated expression."
"I wasn't expecting anyone."
"No." His voice softened. "You were hoping for someone else."
Heat climbed my throat. "I was hoping it wasn't a fire alarm."
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