Chapter Six
Lana
He has a key to my apartment, so when the door rattles in the night and the soft swooshing slam arouses me from sleep I can be relatively sure that its him needing me, not a prowler about to steal my treasure. A prowler might be more thrilling, not that I court that kind of danger, or that Dominick is not an exciting man. Hes thrilled many women and he still thrills me
but after ten years? Passion transforms itself a hundred times over, just as ours has done.
I hear the familiar shuffling of feet on the hardwood, the sound of metal on wood as he drops the keys on the hall table. He runs water in the kitchen, takes a drink, then apparently changes his mind and mixes himself a cocktail at the bar. Meanwhile I wait.
I smile and sigh as I keep listening, wondering if I s
