“I bought the building opposite this one,” Damiano said. “It’s secure now.” Jordan looked at the skyscraper visible in the window and nearly laughed. “Right. Of course you did.” Shaking his head, he loosened his tie and pulled it off. “Look, I’ve had a spectacularly shitty day. Just tell me why you’re here and go. I have a hot date with my pillow I really don’t want to miss.” Damiano eyed him for a moment before stubbing his cigarette out on the windowsill. “You look terrible, caro.” Something lodged in his throat. “Thanks.”