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Damen’s phone buzzed in his coat pocket.
The shift happened instantly.
One second he was arguing about stroller wheels.
The next, his entire body stiffened subtly.
The mafia boss returned in one quiet breath.
He glanced at the screen and silenced the call.
“You should answer that,” I said carefully.
“It can wait.”
But his jaw tightened.
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