Jaime shifted slightly on the bed, adjusting the laptop on his knees as if it had suddenly become uncomfortable.
“Hey, bud. What are you working on?” Maya asked lightly, stepping further into the room.
“Nothing,” he said too fast. Then he cleared his throat. “Just… coding practice. Nothing important. Keeps my brain sharp.”
Damien’s eyes flicked briefly to the closed laptop screen, then back to Jaime. He didn’t comment.
Maya moved closer, reaching out to mess his hair in a messy, familiar scrub. “You should be resting.”
“I am resting,” Jaime replied, ducking away from her hand with a grin. “This is rest for me.”
But his fingers curled tighter over the lid of the laptop. Protective. Maya’s hand lingered in the air for a second, her fingers still curved from the gesture, before she slow
