Damon's POV
The evening had been enjoyable, but my mind couldn't stop churning over everything that had transpired during the week. My preoccupation didn't go unnoticed by my perceptive partner.
"That frown isn't from your case files, detective. What's really on your mind?" Maya asked after closing our bedroom door and guiding me toward the armchair.
"It's about Lana and Owen," I admitted with a heavy sigh, knowing how unconvincing I sounded.
Settling onto my lap, Maya fixed her caramel eyes on mine. "Those two are just friends. Besides, that's definitely not what's causing that deep wrinkle between your eyebrows."
"They're practically joined at the hip these days. Owen's divorce is getting messy, and I don't want Lana nursing a broken heart when this blows up," I explained, trying to articulate my concerns.
