Elena's POV
"You've been staring at that same invoice for ten minutes."
I startled, looking up to find Damian leaning against the edge of my desk, arms crossed, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth despite the exhaustion still visible beneath his eyes. The office had emptied out around us, the late afternoon light slanting gold through the windows, and somewhere in the past hour the ordinary rhythm of the day had settled fully back into place.
"I'm thinking," I said, closing the binder more firmly than necessary.
"About the gala?"
"About last night." The admission came out quieter than I intended, and I watched something shift in his expression, the teasing warmth giving way to something more careful. "I keep replaying it. The knock at the door. Everything after."
"Me too
