She laughed. ‘Well, I should hope so! You paid for it.’
He looked shocked. ‘I did?’
‘It’s my dress, Daddy,’ Mary beamed. ‘Although I don't think it's ever looked so good on me. It must be all that model training that makes the outfit look so much more beautiful.’
Sarah blushed at the compliment, avoiding Dom’s piercing blue gaze. He watched her; she knew he was watching; he always seemed to be watching her. She just wished she knew why.
‘I think I should probably leave now,’ she suggested quickly.
‘I’ll give you a ride home,’ Dom offered her immediately. It was almost like he had been waiting to suggest it.
‘No, that's really not necessary,’ she refused him clearly. She didn't trust herself to be in control when she was alone with him. ‘I mean,’ she added hastily, ‘what I mean is
