Elena’s pov

By the time I left my office, most of the floor had quieted down. I slipped my phone into my bag and headed for the elevators, ready to call it a day.

I was halfway across the parking lot when I spotted Damien standing beside his car, phone pressed to his ear. It had been a while since I’d seen him around Sterling, and I’d gotten used to it.

He looked a little tired, his sleeves rolled up and his hair slightly out of place, like he’d been staring at a screen all day.

He ...