Damien’s jaw tightened, the smallest muscle flickering. Harper. Of course.
He gave a clipped nod, dismissing the manager with a glance before his gaze flicked back to the still-closing elevator doors.
Dahlia’s gaze flicked toward Damien, noticing the brief tightening of his jaw and the faint shadow that crossed his usually composed features. “Damien… what’s wrong? Where is she?” she asked gently, concern threading her voice.
Damien shook his head, masking his unease with practiced control. “Nothing, Mom, looks like she went to her room first.” He paused, voice softening. “We’re heading back tomorrow. Why don’t you stay and come back with us then? Let’s have dinner tonight.”
Dahlia considered him for a moment before nodding, a small, approving smile tugging at her lips. “That sounds goo
