Maya's POV
Coffee with the girls had been an absolute blast, despite their relentless questions making me blush harder than I ever had before. But I wouldn't have traded that moment for anything in the world.
I was floating on air thinking about my detective. He'd sent me flowers! In my twenty-seven years, no one had ever given me flowers before. Damon was creating so many firsts in my life—beautiful, meaningful firsts. Like bringing me coffee in bed, his smile warming me more than the hot drink itself. He was spoiling me thoroughly, and I desperately wanted to reciprocate somehow.
My detective occupied my thoughts when my phone vibrated against my desk. Not recognizing the number, I answered professionally. It was the dealership informing me that my car would be ready for pickup tomorrow. What fantastic news—I'd finally have my independence back, and Damon wouldn't need to worry so much about my transportation.
