DAMON
I woke up before either of them.
Sloane was curled between us, her dark hair fanned across the pillow, one hand resting against Rika's chest. Both of them were out completely. The room was still dim, early morning light barely touching the curtains. I lay there for a moment, just watching them breathe, letting the reality of last night settle into my bones.
Then reality reminded me it had a schedule.
York hadn't called. That was the problem sitting heavy in my chest from the moment my eyes opened. Twenty-four hours. That was what we had to get Riley home before everything we'd built started crumbling at the edges.
I dressed quietly. Dark jeans, a grey long-sleeve I grabbed from the chair, boots laced without sitting back down on the bed. Sloane shifted but didn't wake. Rika's a
