Page 50 of The Last Morgan
"Since the first shift is mine tonight," Damian said casually, ignoring the glares from the family, "I'll go over the new plan with Lucy properly. Make sure she's fully updated."
He flashed Lucy a grin, warm and easy.
"And I hear you have a lunch date with Deza tomorrow?" he added.
Lucy smiled back, feeling lighter already.
"Yeah. Apparently we’re supposed to bond."
"Good," Damian said. "Let’s focus on that."
The rest of the family slunk away upstairs, grumbling under their breath.
Damian led Lucy toward the sitting room, glancing briefly at Byron — who stood by the fireplace, arms crossed, looking like he’d rather commit murder than let them disappear together.
Lucy deliberately didn’t look back.
‘Let him burn’, she thought, he does this to me all the time.
Inside the sitting room, Damian tossed a folder onto the coffee table and flopped down into one of the leather armchairs.
Lucy perched opposite him, tucking her legs under her.
"You good with the plan so far?" Damian asked, genuine concern in his eyes.
Lucy nodded. "Yeah. Just... a lot to take in."
Damian smiled warmly.
"You’re handling it like a pro."
Lucy shrugged, uncomfortable with praise, but she also didn't like feeling like she was a soft fragile, breakable thing.
There was a beat of silence.
Until Damian’s grin turned playful.
"So... Corey tells me you’ve had some training," he said, leaning forward.
Lucy arched a brow. "Some?",
"Well. Show me what you've got!" Damian said without looking her directly in the eyes.
Lucy grinned, feeling a spark of excitement.
"You're challenging me?"
Damian laughed, standing up and shedding his jacket.
"I just want to see what I'm working with, boss."
Lucy rolled her eyes but stood up, bouncing lightly on her toes.
"Alright, pretty boy. Don’t cry when I break you."
Damian laughed again, hands raised in mock surrender.
"No promises."
