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I nod.
“Your friends okay with you staying out?”
I nod again. “They just want proof of life, if…” I trail off, but Dom raises a brow, prompting me to finish. “If we spend all weekendbanging.”
Dom grins. “I like your friends.”
“Me, too.” I debate telling him that I don’t know them really well and that I was happy to leave them for him, but our vehicle slows to a stop.
Dom slides back across the seat to his side.
“You’re supposed to wear your seat belt,” I chastise him.
“I figured you were worth the danger.” Dom opens his door, and his gaze turns serious. “Wait for me.”
Dom slams the door after he gets out, and I glance up to catch the driver watching me through the mirror, but then his eyes immediately dart away.
I’m unbuckled and ready, so when Dom opens the door, I take his offered hand and climb down.
We stand there, chest to chest, for a moment.
Dom slides his tongue along his teeth. “You’re not as short, Shorty.”
I slide a foot to the side and pull up on my pant leg, the material rising to show the tall shoes hidden beneath.
“You’re gonna twist an ankle in those.”
“I’ll have you know,” I tell him, releasing the material and re-covering my shoe, “I can move at an almost jog in these things.”
Dom holds his elbow out away from his side, and I slide my hand through the V it makes.
“An almost jog. I retract my statement. Clearly, you’re a pro.” We start across the sidewalk together. “For the record.” He looks down at me. “I like you short.”
I look up at him. “I like you big.”
My eyes widen at the same time Dom lets out a bark of laughter. And,Jesus fuck me, the man just gets hotter.
I’m too distracted by his presence to catch the name of the restaurant before we step through the front door.
“Welcome.” The host steps out from behind the front desk, two menus in hand. “Right this way.”
Dominic doesn’t lower his arm, so I don’t drop my hold on his elbow as we walk through the large, dramatically lit dining room.
It’s sexy. Blacks and reds and dark wood tones. With bright green plants hanging from the walls and ceilings and interesting wicker chandeliers.
Most of the tables are filled. And most people are busy in their own conversations, but lots of faces still turn our way.
I keep my shoulders back and my grip on Dominic’s arm light.
I belong here. At his side. In this restaurant.
We walk past a woman who gives Dom, then me, a once over, and I realize that without even trying, we’ve dressed like we planned it. Wearing black from head to toe.
His little Angel, all dressed in black.
The host stops before a table in the back corner. It’s a four-seater, but it’s already set just for two, the selected seats next to each other, both angled out to face the rest of the dining room.
“Here you are, miss.” The host pulls a chair out for me.
