She pressed the gate release.
Kane said nothing. He didn't have to — she could feel the temperature of his silence, controlled and precise and not quite approval. She handed him her phone without looking at him and walked to the front door and opened it herself, because some things you didn't send security for.
Damian got out of the car in the rain. He was not dressed for it. No umbrella, no coat, just the dark suit jacket he'd been wearing in the security feed. By the time he crossed the drive to the doorstep he was wet across the shoulders, his hair flattened, and he looked — for the first time since she'd known him — like a man who had run out of strategies and arrived at the raw thing underneath them.
"One supervised minute," she said. "Don't make me regret it."
He nodded. He stepp
