Lisa's POV

I fumbled with my phone, scrolling through pamphlet designs and gaining insights. All while staring at the front door the entire time.

‘This is why I need games on my phone.’ I sighed.

“Good to have you home, Mr. Damon,” I said as I heard the front door open and close behind him.

He stepped in, and — oh.

He was… covered in blood, sweat, dirt, and something that might’ve been oil…?

I didn’t even want to know.

Damon blinked at me with that same unbothered calm like he’d just come back from a jog instead of what looked like a murder scene. No, a trip to the...