Dominic POV
The car looked incredible. Sleek, glossy, powerful—she practically glowed under the late afternoon sun. But even with the fresh coat of paint, her polished black wheels, and the way that engine purred like a beast from hell—nothing compared to Kennedy.
She stood beside it, wiping a smudge of paint from her cheek, eyes shining with pride, laughing softly like she couldn’t believe it was real. That sound… it was everything. I’d bottle it if I could.
“Damn,” I said, walking over and wrapping an arm around her waist, admiring both the machine and the woman who brought it back to life. “Car’s beautiful.” I paused, leaning in and brushing my lips across her temple. “But not as beautiful as you.”
She smiled, and I swear to God, I felt it in my chest.
I tilted my head a little. “A
