"Smashed it against a tree. Good job there, sweetheart," she murmured from her seated position. Dom looked up at him. "Really? You went over to tell her to stop hurting me and she said that?" Dom got a determined look on her face as she let out a small sigh. She was going to have to talk to Isabella. It had been long enough.
"Course you are. Maybe you should just stay with me and make that horrible grin every time I relieve myself of my stomach contents. Honestly, I haven't thrown up since I was twelve. I can't say I really wanted to start again."