Damon's POV
I lingered at the kitchen doorway, watching my little one completely lost in her own world, dancing and singing without a care. She was so engrossed she hadn't noticed my presence. My chest tightened with affection as my heartbeat quickened – she was absolutely perfect for me.
"Caught you daydreaming, little one?" I teased, causing her to startle.
"Big guy, you scared me!" She pressed her hand to her chest before her expression melted into a smile. "I was daydreaming, but definitely not about what you're thinking."
"Tiny one, you're absolutely adorable." I pulled her into an embrace and lifted her up for a kiss. She surprised me by wrapping her legs around my waist. "Is the whiskey still talking?"
"I can't lie to a detective. I'd love to claim it's the alcohol to preserve my good girl image, but the whiskey's worn off. This is just me embracing confidence and trying to leave behind the insecure, repressed Maya." Her words carried a raw honesty that struck me.
