Keeley
“Is this seat taken, buttercup?”
The deep masculine voice made my head snap up and the lukewarm tea I had been nursing for the last two hours spilt over my knuckles.
It was the man I had seen at the restaurant. The massive giant of a man. The one they called Domino.
Not waiting for my answer, he slipped his massive bulk into one of the plastic seats. It creaked under his weight.
“You look like shit.” Keen eyes appraised me from under his thick eyelashes.
If I had had any energy at all I would have made some sarcastic comment right back at him, but I was too tired. “It’s been a rough few days,” I said instead.
He nodded his head thoughtfully. “I thought that might be the case. That asshole hurt you?” Even though his voice was calm, I could feel the anger bubbling up under hi
