But getting out of the house without Dominick tearing off all my clothes and spreading me over the kitchen counter would be a miracle.
“How about you come over and style me for dinner?” That would certainly be one way to keep myself from getting ravaged. “And I’ll edit your photos for social media.”
“Honey, for that deal, I’ll do your hair and makeup too.”
“Done.”
He pulled a stack of jeans off a shelf. “I’m dreaming about the custom closet you’re going to have at Prince Charming’s house.”
“His is impressive and quite full.” I loaded a handful of yoga pants into a box. “So, I’m sure I’ll take over one of the guest rooms.”
“Which he’ll pimp out for you, I’m sure.”
“I doubt it.”
“Seriously?” He eyed me down as I knelt in front of a pile of tank tops. “The man is wildly in love with y
