Chapter 12: The Drive Home
(Zara POV)
By the time the event finally wound down, the hall had emptied into that hollow kind of silence that follows too much noise. Staff moved quickly, clearing glasses and resetting chairs, while I stayed behind to double-check every last detail. No one asked me to. I just needed something simple to focus on, something I could actually finish.
I was reviewing the final seating chart when I heard steady footsteps approaching.
I didn’t look up immediately. Then his voice cut through the quiet.
“Still here?”
Dominic.
He had removed his jacket, sleeves rolled up to his forearms in that effortlessly controlled way of his. The sight of him, broad shoulders, open collar, the faint edge of his tattoo visible, sent an unwelcome spark through me. My pulse jump
