Creeping to the living room, I peer through the curtains and watch them get into their cars and drive off.
Phew!
Wincing a little, I load the dishes into the dishwasher and turn it on. Just as I’m about to go upstairs to change, the doorbell rings.
Dammit. I ran out of time.
Glancing at the security app on my phone, I see Dominic standing on the stoop.
I glance down at my current attire: pajamas, robe, slippers, messy hair and no bra.
Lovely.
The doorbell rings again.
Groaning, I stride to the door. I can’t risk anyone seeing him even though I know nobody is home in the compound.
Flinging open the door, I grab his arm and pull him inside, slamming the door behind us.
My chest screams in protest.
Fuck, I regret making that move. I lean against the wall and bite back the pain.
“Good morning to you too. What’s the rush?” Dominic raises an eyebrow.
“I don’t want anyone to see you enter my house.” Placing a hand to my chest, I glance through the glass to make sure no one is outside.
“Oh I see. Of course. We can’t have the Capuano clan catching us and pestering us to death with questions.”
“Enough with your sarcasm.” I walk to the kitchen. “I already have someone trying to kill me, I don’t need to add my family to that list.”
“I don’t have anything against your family. I always liked them.” Dominic looks mildly offended as he follows me.
“Did you forget how you sided with the law and made comments about our empire?”
“And in all my years at the bureau I never went after your family.”
I turn around and take in his appearance. He’s dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt with a t-shirt underneath that conforms to his body in all the right places. A coffee tray with two steaming cups is in one hand, and a notebook is in the other. He places his things on the table.
“I brought you coffee, black like your soul.” He hands me a cup. “Nice outfit by the way.”
My cheeks grow warm as I glance down at my robe and slippers. Thank god the fabric is thick enough to hide the fact I’m not wearing a bra.
“Do you always greet your guests in fuzzy bunny slippers?” Dominic teases.
“Ha. Ha. You’re so funny.” I roll my eyes as I take the coffee. “Thanks.” I open the refrigerator door and take out the milk. “Nonna made me breakfast.” I nod at the assortment of food littering the table.
“Really, I always loved her cooking.”
I open the milk and pour some into the coffee. Then I hand him a plate and a fork. “Help yourself, she always makes enough for an army.”
“Thank you.” Dominic walks over, seats himself at the table, and piles the food onto his plate.
I settle into the chair across from him and watch as he begins to shovel food into his mouth. “You act like you haven’t eaten in forever.”
“That’s because I haven’t had a home cooked meal in forever. I rely on take out.” He opens the notebook while he continues eating. “Now tell me everything that happened step by step.”
“What?”
