Chapter 13 - I Thought Damian Was Leaving Chicago—Until He Returned to the Diner Where Everything Had StartedMiller's Diner reopened after renovations.
I was working behind the counter.
Damian walked in.
No guards.
No weapons.
No expensive entourage.
Just him.
He sat in booth four.
“Coffee.”
I smiled.
“Regular or decaf?”
He laughed.
“Regular.”
I brought it.
He didn't break the mug.
Instead, he placed something beside it.
A gold lighter.
The same one.
“I thought you hated that.”
“I do.”
“Good.”
May you like
He pushed it toward me.
“I don't need it anymore.”
