I wake up to the sound of something clattering in my kitchen. Again.\n\nI should be used to this by now. Ever since I joined the Leverage team, my once-quiet house has become a revolving door of criminals with questionable boundaries. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and pad toward the noise, already resigned to finding someone rummaging through my cabinets.\n\nThe sight that greets me shouldn't surprise me anymore, but somehow it does. There's Parker, balanced precariously in the rafters, cereal bowl in hand. Eliot is at the stove, stirring something that smells amazing. Breanna has taken over the kitchen table, her laptop open as she talks animatedly to someone on the screen—Hardison, no doubt.\n\nAnd Sophie is leaning against the counter, watching me with that knowing smile that never fails to make my heart race. She's wearing my kimono. Again.\n\n"Morning, Harry," she says, raising an eyebrow as my gaze lingers a beat too long.\n\nI clear my throat, trying to ignore the way my pulse quickens. "Anyone want to explain why my house has become the team headquarters this early?"\n\nParker drops down from the rafters, landing silently beside me. "Because your cereal selection is better than the office's now."\n\nEliot grunts. "Someone's gotta make sure you actually eat something besides takeout."\n\nBreanna waves from behind her laptop. "And we needed a place to test the new security protocols for the next job."\n\nSophie pushes off the counter and approaches me, her hand brushing lightly against my arm as she passes. "Besides, where else would we be? This is our home now, Harry."\n\nHome. The word hangs in the air as I look around at this chaotic, wonderful intrusion into my life. And as Sophie meets my eyes, I realize she might just be right.