Harper’s POV

Damon and I stepped out of the elevator, making our way toward his office.

And, man… something was off.

Not in a bad way, though.

The Damon I was used to? The one from weeks ago? That guy looked constantly exhausted, like life was nothing but back-to-back board meetings and overpriced coffee.

But the Damon today?

Dude looked alive.

Like, genuinely happy.

The energy. The light bounce in his steps. The smug little smile he had going on like he just won a bet.

It was ...