Jasmine's POV
The bus stop wasn't far, but the morning air felt different somehow. I'd walked away from Christopher's manufactured domesticity and into something that felt like freedom, even if it was temporary.
I saw Dominic's car pull up before he even honked. That sleek black sedan that always looked like it belonged in a magazine spread rather than on a city street.
He stepped out, walking around to open my door.
"Good morning."
His smile was genuine. No hidden agendas lurking behind it, no calculations running through his mind about what he could extract from me.
"Morning."
I slid into the passenger seat, breathing in the faint scent of leather.
He got back in, glancing at me as he pulled away from the curb.
"You look gorgeous as always."
Heat crept up my neck.
"Thank you.
