Page 86 of Best In Class
“Anytime, Moonbeam.”
“Butyour cellar is in New York.”
He puts his hand on mine. “I live in Savannah now.”
“In Lev’s pool house.”
“It’s temporary.”
“Until….”
He holds my gaze. “Until I have you, and then we decide where we want to live, together.”
“Whoa!” I yank my hand away. “I…what the fuck, Dom? We’re on a second date.”
“I know.” He leans back and smells his wine, swirls it, and then drinks. “Baby, I’m waiting foryou.”
“What if I never get there?” I ask, shocked at his candor.
“I can’t live with that possibility, so I’m not going to accept it as one.”
I’m saved from dealing with that statement slash threat because the server comes with our food.
For a while, we discuss the hospital project—HVAC milestones, delivery schedules, landscaping integration. Easy stuff. Familiar ground.
Then Dom shifts gears.
“Luna,” he says quietly. “You don’t have to say anything tonight. But I just want you to know, I’m all in.”
“I get that.”Boy, do I!
“No pressure, okay?”
Right! And hey, see, there’s a flying pig in a pink tutu.
I lick my lips. “I…want you…us. But Dom, you hurt me.”
“I know. Can I explain what happened?”
I close my eyes for a long moment and then open them. “How the hell would that change a damn thing?”
“Luna—”
“You cheated on me. Broke my heart. Broke me.”
“I—”
“I’ll cut your balls off if you ever do something like that again.”
He chuckles. “Fair.”
“I don’t want to keep talking about the past. I fucked up, too when I spouted that garbage about how I’m societally superior and…fuck, that was awful of me.”
He takes my hand in his, brings it close to his lips, and kisses my knuckles. “Past in the past, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I feel it in my chest, that warm pulse of wanting to believe.
