“Nine two seven seven four six,” said the bank representative, ticket in hand.
“That’s yours,” said Kiko, pushing over the little ticket from the bunch Dom had shoved over at him after he’d said he’d entered the raffle. Reluctantly Dom grabbed the piece of paper and walked up to where the woman was announcing the raffle winners, Kiko watching him.
He was trying so very hard not to be bitter Dom was leaving, but it was difficult. Alec annoyed him tremendously, and the thought that Dom had willingly gone out with such a terrible person was not helping. That was why exes just shouldn’t be mentioned.
“What did you win?” he asked as Dom returned with a basket. Dom thrust it toward him.
“Spring cookie decorating kit,” he muttered, then, as he sat back down, “with the metal pieces in the bott
