Dominic’s POV
“I mean, I wasn’t expecting you’d accept without having to disagree first,” she says. Her lips press into a flat line after that, and I can’t stop staring at her for some reason.
My eyes trail off to her loose hair, probably disturbed by the wind on her way here. Slowly. I can’t help but crawl my eyes down to her unbuttoned jacket, the line of her throat visible above the collar of her blouse. Even furious she’s breathtaking, and I hate that she still does this to me.
Memories of her at the restaurant from days before flood me and I try to hold back the urge to ask who the gentleman she’d been with that day was. The bastard I was tailing, the same one that nearly got me killed.
I swallow hard almost instantly as I force my eyes back to the folder in my hands. “You’ve mad
