The door to the coffee shop swung closed behind Aaron, leaving a noticeable void in its wake. Gracelynn stood frozen for a moment, her rag limp in her hand. It wasn’t just his presence that lingered—it was the way he made her feel like the ground beneath her feet wasn’t entirely steady. Damien’s voice snapped her back. “What the hell was that?” She turned to him, feigning ignorance. “What was what?”