And though he’d never say it aloud, the faintest glimmer of approval flickered across his features.
Maya pulled back slowly, brushing Jamie’s hair from his eyes, then turned to James.
“Thank you,” she said softly. Her eyes found his, and for the first time, she let herself really mean it. “For everything.”
James gave a small nod—respectful, almost formal. But there was something warmer in the way he replied.
“Don’t thank me, I’m just following orders.” He paused, a slow smile curling at the corner of his mouth. “But if I’m honest, I wouldn’t mind being the one to keep Mr. Blackwood’s mood… satisfied.”
Maya’s eyes widened. Heat rose in her cheeks before she could stop it.
James smiled like he’d just won something.
“By the way.. Ms. Janice asked to be dropped off at the apartment,” he
