Diego's POV

When I entered the kitchen, Dominic was leaning against the counter, waiting for me.

“Don,” he said with a respectful nod.

“Dominic.”

Even that two-word exchange was a departure from how things used to be.

For years, we met in shadows, didn’t use names.

Things had changed now.

There were no more shadows to hide in. There were no more innocents to protect.

Through the window, Davina was watching Ravi play on the swing, but the calm from earlier was gone. Her back was too ...