Dominic
"He's coming." Emma paced Dominic's office, heels clicking against polished floors. Hours before the dinner with ben, we were finalizing every detail. "Remember what I said about his tells. When he lies, he touches his fake Rolex. When he's nervous, he—"
"Adjusts his tie with his left hand." I finished, watching her move. Even angry with me, she was beautiful. Focused. "You've told me six times."
"Because it matters." She stopped by the window, city lights catching in her hair. "Ben only slips up when he thinks he has the upper hand. When his ego overrides his caution."
"Like father, like daughter?" The words slipped out before I could stop them.
She turned, green eyes flashing. "Careful. This truce only extends to protecting the twins. Don't push it."
"Emma—"
"No." She cut
