Damon's POV
Tonight was girls' club night, which meant it was also poker night for us guys. After dropping Maya off at Hazel's place, I headed straight to Damian's house where the rest of the crew would be waiting.
"Finally, the detective graces us with his presence!" Damian's booming voice greeted me as I walked through the door.
"Hey, everyone," I muttered, practically collapsing into the nearest chair. Adrian, always the thoughtful one, placed an ice-cold beer in front of me, which I gratefully accepted and took a long swig.
"What's eating you, detective? You look like hell warmed over," Owen commented, eyeing me with concern.
I sighed heavily. "Is it that obvious?"
"Buddy, we know that look all too well," Liam chimed in. "Adrian and I have worn that exact expression, and it always involves a woman."
This was exactly what I needed – to unload the weight pressing down on my chest before it crushed me completely.
