Sienna rushed over the moment the last thug hit the ground, her eyes sweeping up and down Dominic with barely concealed panic. She circled him, checking his arms, his ribs, the knuckles on his right hand, as if expecting to find some wound he'd hidden from her. "Tell me you're not hurt anywhere," she said, her voice tight with worry she couldn't quite mask.
Dominic watched her fuss and felt warmth settle behind his sternum. He caught her wrist gently and drew her to a stop. "I'm completely fine, not even a scratch on me."
She held his gaze for a long moment, searching for the lie, and only when she found none did the tension drain from her shoulders. A shaky breath left her lips, and she pressed a hand to her chest as though willing her heartbeat to slow.
The police captain, still stand
