~~Claire~~
My heart is beating fast.
I mean, it always beats a little erratically around Damon, but right now? It’s pounding like a war drum, loud and insistent, slamming against my ribs as if trying to escape.
Did he just—?
Did he really just—?
Oh, lord.
The answer is obvious because Kieran is giggling on the other end of the phone, his little voice bubbling with excitement.
“Yes,” he says, bright and innocent. “You can be my mom’s boyfriend. But you have to buy me a big remote-control car. The one that goes vroom-vroom and can drive on the walls!”
I blink. “Excuse me, young man?”
Damon chuckles, rubbing his jaw like he’s considering it. “That’s a solid negotiation, little man. I respect it.”
“Traitor,” I hiss. “You’re selling me off for a toy car?”
“A big one, Mommy!”
“Is th
