Damon’s POV

“Damon,”

“Uhn?” I blinked, staring at Hart.

He sighed and shook his head. “You aren't listening to me.”

“I am.”

“Stop lying.”

I winced. “I'm sorry. I wasn't.”

“You should go home.”

I agreed without an argument. I had been a mess ever since Nora left me, distracted at work and in agony at home.

I stood up, picked my bag and headed toward the door.

“Should I drive you home?” He offered. “I don't feel comfortable letting you go in that ...