Damien offered a single, sharp nod. The planning was done; the variables were locked. He turned his attention to the projector, “Thank you, Harper. I owe you one.”
Harper waved a hand dismissively, her bravado returning in a rush. “Oof! Nah... no biggie! We’re all in this together, right?”
Her grin widened, that familiar spark of mischief lighting up her eyes. “Once we secure Jamie, let’s clean up this ‘pest’ once and for all. I’m ready to stop playing defense and finally focus on my best friend’s happily ever after.”
Harper leaned into the camera, her face filling the screen until her finger pointed directly at the lens.
“Remember—I’m the proud founder of the DaYa fan club!” she chirped, her eyes dancing with mischief.
Eleanor arched an eyebrow, curious. “DaYa?”
“Oh, Grandma!” Harpe
