–Deanne–
The afternoon nap hit me like a ton of bricks. One minute I was sprawled on my couch like a queen of procrastination, the next I was yanked back to reality by the ever-so-annoying ring of duty. Mission time. Because apparently, when chaos calls, I don't get to hit snooze.
Dragging myself out of bed, I dressed casually—my kind of casually, which means decent enough not to look homeless but not enough effort to impress anyone. Caine drove me to the hospital where Sophia and Kai were being held hostage—by their injuries, not kidnappers, unfortunately.
I wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted me: Damon, of all people, standing in the middle of the hospital lobby, juggling shopping bags like some overworked househusband. I raised an eyebrow as I caught sight of the labels—lingerie paper bags. Classy. Probably for his wife. But why parade them like trophies? Ever heard of car trunks, Damon? Or is this his way of announcing, "Look world, I have a healthy marital life!"
