James watched quietly through the rearview mirror. Not Maya. Not Jamie.
Damien.
He saw it — the twitch of the jaw, the stillness before the storm. Subtle, but James had worked with Damien Blackwood long enough to recognize the signs.
This wasn’t just annoyance. This was possessive.
So he took the liberty to break the silence.
“Boyfriend?”
The question was smooth, casual. Too casual.
Maya stiffened instantly beside Damien, but it was Jamie who answered.
“Pfft! He wishes!” the boy scoffed, arms crossed. “No way. That guy’s obsessed with my sister. May already turned him down, like, a thousand times, but he keeps pushing it. Every time we’re here, he’s lurking around. Sometimes with flowers, sometimes with takeout — breakfast, lunch, coffee, whatever. Dude even tried giving her concer
