Izzy couldn’t sleep.
She had tossed and turned for almost an hour, staring at the ceiling, listening to the faint hum of the night outside. Her mind kept circling back to him... the way he’d looked at her before she went to bed, the sound of his voice when he said Stay here.
Finally, she gave up. She slipped on her robe and stepped quietly into the hallway. The house was dim, lit only by the soft glow of lights under the counters.
That was when she saw him.
Dominic stood by the kitchen counter, shirtless, drinking water straight from a glass. The muscles in his back shifted slightly as he turned toward her. The sight made her heart skip.
He set the glass down. “Couldn’t sleep?”
Izzy shook her head. “No. You?”
“Same,” he said, voice low. “My head’s too full.”
She walked closer, fol
