... (itendsinfire) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2017-12-23 12:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | #september 2017, reagan |
Who: Reagan and Dom
When: Tuesday, September 19th, Evening
Where: Reagan’s home
Status: Complete
With Caius having dinner with his parents that evening, Reagan invited Dominik over for a drink to keep her company. She supposed she could have gone with Caius, but she knew he was going to tell Miriam and Anthony that they were engaged, and given their history, it was probably best that he do it alone. Reagan had already told her mother that evening when Veronica had stopped by the shop. Her mother’s reaction was happy, if a bit… repressed. Reagan couldn’t blame her. She and Caius had been off and on since high school, and she was sure her parents were convinced the two of them were simply too incompatible to be together. But they didn’t understand Reagan and Caius’s relationship. No one did but the two of them, and they were the only two that mattered.
The white gold band that was meant to be on her ring finger beneath her ruby engagement ring was hanging on a chain around her neck, resting between her breasts beneath the thick sweater she wore. It had been raining all damn week, making her miss Anguilla and it’s warm, sunny skies even more. Reagan waited for Dom, who would show himself in when he arrived, and started a fire in the gas fireplace. She had a nice bottle of wine waiting for him, and she hoped he would take the news better than her mother had. Dom was her best friend, a kindred spirit who had been there for her since they were kids. Reagan didn’t think her marriage - engagement - to Caius would change anything between them, except the sex. But that losing that particular ‘benefit’ wouldn’t hurt Dom too much. He was gorgeous and no doubt had lovers lined up around town.
Reagan was pouring wine into the two glasses on her kitchen counter when she heard his car pull up. As she was excited to see him after such a long time away, Reagan smiled and carried the two wine glasses into the living room to wait for him.
Dominik had ignored his inbox long enough.
He was a ghost of his former self, wandering through life with little care. His heart was in pieces and his dreams were plagued by demons he encountered while scrying into a pool of blood. He manages to rouse himself from his little corner of the world, carrying his soul on his back. He would play cello at the coffee house later to take his mind off of a certain someone and a certain situation he found himself in.
The ride to Reagan's house was a blur. He'd made the drive so many times that he was on autopilot. He would usually show up with a gift or trinket he found while browsing antique stores in neighboring towns. Cursed little objects that were a mystery worth solving.
Dom made his way up to the door, his eyes cast to Amanda's home not far away. He needed ingredients for a protection spell, and would stop by after his visit with Reagan. He raised his hand to knock, but realized that wasn't his usual thing. He got by in life by putting on a good front for those around him.
He walked right into the house, gently closing the door behind him. When he saw his best friend, he offered a soft smile, "you rang?"
He certainly didn’t look like himself. Sleep eluded him, he wasn’t eating, his mind was a trap. He’d thrown his hair up into a careless bun to get the strands out of his face and a beanie came down over the entire lot. Dom was standing there in an old band shirt from high school, the usual skinny jeans and a pair of doc martens that had seen better days.
His arms were a palette to his latest painting. Blues and reds, the paint hid a lot of secrets.
With the wine glasses on her coffee table, Reagan padded across the living room to greet Dom. Her smile fell ever so slightly at the sight of him, and she reached out to take his hands in hers. "You look like shit," Reagan said simply, bringing one of his hands up to brush it against her cheek before she turned to lead him into her living room and the comfort of her sofa. "Come in here and tell me what's going on." There was no point in dancing around the obvious just for some idle chit chat. How was your vacation? Did you have a good time? blah, blah, blah. None of that really mattered, especially with that hollow sort of look in Dom's eyes. Whether or not Dom would be honest with her was a completely different matter. But they knew each other well enough to know the tells of a lie, and she fully expected him to talk. If he didn't, she would try to draw it out of him anyway.
“Thank you, I was trying for broken. You look wonderful, by the way. All glowing- Jesus, you aren’t pregnant are you?” he asked, genuinely curious now. He hadn’t looked in the mirror lately since the incident. He followed her into the living room and collapsed into the couch. He bent to take off his shoes, making himself comfortable in the corner. He shook his head, gathering a throw pillow to his chest as his eyes landed on her once more.
“Eh, Mags is on a power trip. We’ll talk about it later though. You had something to tell me,” he raised his brows in question, picking at a loose thread on the pillow in his arms. He was always to the point, when he wanted to change the subject.
Reagan barked out a laugh at the mere idea of being pregnant. No. While she and Caius had undoubtedly jumped a couple of steps in their relationship, she was fairly certain that neither of them were ready for children yet. She settled onto the couch, one leg tucked up beneath her. Reagan studied Dom, unsure as to whether or not he was telling her the truth. Mags was always a pain in his ass, but she had never seen him look so worn out before. It had to be something more. And it felt a bit strange giving him her good news when something was clearly going on with him. Reagan shot him a look that clearly indicated that she would allow his avoidance, but only temporarily. She held out her left hand to show him the ruby engagement ring. "Caius proposed to me in Anguilla. I suppose that's where the glow comes from. An expensive ring and a week's worth of sex. I don't know what changed his mind, but I don't think I'm going to question it."
"A week of sex would certainly do the trick," Dominik wasn't shocked in the least that Caius had proposed. You just didn't take someone on a weeklong romantic getaway without something in mind. He took her hand very gently, examining the ring as if he were a jeweler. It was a beautiful cut, very well thought out and very Reagan. It suited her. "When's the wedding and can I be a bridesman? I think I clean up pretty nice," he doubted Caius would ask him to be in the wedding.
"Congrats, babe," he leaned over to gather her into a tight hug, "If he hurts you, I'm going to be very creative with my maiming skills."
A joke of course, but Dominik had made a promise to protect her until death do they part when they were kids.
Honestly, Reagan wanted to tell him the truth, that she and Caius had impulsively gotten married. She and Caius had promised to keep it between themselves, though, so she bit back on the urge, not wanting to break her husband's trust so soon after returning home. But once they decided to let their friends and family know, Dom would probably hear the news before her own parents did.
She smiled softly when he hugged her and she squeezed him tight before pulling back to look at him. "No wedding date yet, but you'll absolutely be my maid of honor. Man of honor? Whatever it is, you'll be that for me. And you won't have to worry about maiming Caius. If he hurts me, there will be nothing left of him for you to maim once I'm through with him." She said it teasingly, even if it was mostly true. But Reagan wasn't afraid of Caius doing anything to ruin this. Things were truly different now. Reagan turned her hand over Dom's and gripped his fingers tightly, refusing to allow him to retreat again to the other side of the couch, away from her. "Now talk to me. Why do you look so terrible? I see it in your eyes that something has happened."
Dominik got the sense there was something she wasn’t telling him. They’d both been around one another long enough to know when the other was lying. His retreat was inevitable, but Reagan prevented it. He couldn’t talk about it if he wanted to, his lips were sealed by some magical means when he tried. Dom looked particularly distressed at the moment, instead he moved on to a different subject that seemed entirely appropriate given the circumstances.
He reached for his glass of wine, downing half a glass in seconds. Whereas he would sip it very slowly on a normal night. “I broke rule number one of casual sex,” he bit at his lip out of nervous habit, “I fell in love and I think he’s in love with someone else.” And it hurt. The moment he said it, he knew it sounded ridiculous. He’d never felt this way about anyone before. He hated feeling like the other person.
Dom cradled that cup in his hands, tapping his fingers on the glass, “I can’t tell you about the other thing,” he whispered, “Mags already has it out for me.”
Out of all the things Dom could have told her, that one surprised Reagan the most. She wasn't entirely sure why. Dom was beautiful and mischievous and talented. Any man, or woman, would be lucky to have him. But thinking about Dom falling in love was such a foreign thing to Reagan. It had her immediately wanting to know who, and where and when and why. There was a protective, possessive part of Reagan that wanted to track down this person and hurt them for loving someone else, when they had Dom within reach. Was this person a complete and utter moron? Reagan arched a dark brow at what he said next, unsure as to where she needed to start. With this mystery man or with Mags?
"Fuck Mags," Reagan said firmly. Love was one thing. Mags was entirely different, and that haunted look in Dom's eyes likely had more to do with that woman than with the object of his affection. "Talk to me. You know if I can help you, I will, no matter what the cost."
“Something crawled up her ass,” he tipped his glass, wondering when the wine had evaporated. He said as much aloud, a pout playing at his lips. He’d say nothing more. He physically couldn’t. That was only the tip of the iceberg. “I know, Rea. I can’t ask that of you. I wouldn’t ask it of anyone.”
He drummed his fingers on the glass, fighting back that feeling of wanting to run for the hills. He’d never run from Reagan, but he felt like he shouldn’t be talking about his problems at all. Besides, his best friend was engaged. He knew this day was coming and quite frankly, he was relieved that the two worked out their differences once and for all. “How did he ask? I can’t see him getting down on one knee. Did he get down on one knee? God, please don’t tell me he proposed during sex.”
It was the most unromantic thing ever. One of his father’s business partners had asked him once in his drunken state if Dominik would marry him and let him have half the company… in a very horizontal position. He’d only been sleeping with him because he wanted to figure out who was taking more than his share of bonuses.
“Bernard,” he whispered, shuddering at the memory. More wine. More wine. “Or did the two of you just look at one another and decide it was time? I’m jealous.”
It felt wrong somehow to talk about the positive progress of her love life when Dom was suffering in his. And dealing with Mags, unless the two things were somehow related. Reagan rolled her eyes and smiled softly while idly twirling the engagement ring around her finger. "It wasn't during sex," she said. "And yes, he got down on his knee. It was during dinner on our balcony. Honestly, I had decided that if nothing happened during this trip, that I was going to move on for good. I know how that sounds. I've said that a thousand and two times in the past. But it felt final this time. I can't help but wonder if Caius somehow knew it." She shrugged and reached for her wine, deciding it was probably best not to offer Dom more with how he'd downed his own glass.
She arched a brow at his mention of Bernard and then gave a sigh. "Tell me about this man you've stupidly gone and fallen in love with. Do I know him?" Reagan tried to know everyone in town for her own reasons, and she was more than a little curious about the person who had managed to do something Reagan thought was damn near impossible.
He pressed his lips into a thin line, leaning back into the couch with a small sigh. He was smitten and he had no idea what to do. He'd never fallen into such a trap before. One that he enjoyed every moment of.
"Darren Dawson," the name brought a smile to his lips for a moment, then his thoughts went back to Fin. Daws seemed to gravitate towards him no matter his own interest in the man. "Do you think it's possible to love two people?" Not himself. He only felt that way when Darren was around. "Maybe I'm the other person," his shoulders slumped as he said it. Dom was a pretty face to most of the people in his past but nothing more. “Maybe I’m being stupid.”
It didn't seem to bother him before. People came into his life and left when they got bored. "I don't think I’ve earned the right to tell him anything,” Dominik didn’t think he was a good person. “I feel like I've known him for a lifetime and the wolf isn't so bad- just a scratch behind the ears and he's as docile as a baby crocodile."
It did take Reagan a moment to place the name. Darren Dawson. He was a teacher at Chamberlain High, wasn't he? Reagan sipped her wine, thinking it might benefit her, and Dom, if she found out a little more about Darren Dawson. He wasn't a native, and new residents, even ones who had been there for awhile, always piqued her interest. What on earth brought them to tiny Point Pleasant, Maine? It was strange to see Dom this way. Usually the roles were reversed, Dom listening as Reagan lamented about her relationship or break ups with Caius.
She was still drinking her wine when he mentioned a wolf, and Reagan's brow twitched again before she slowly lowered her glass. Was there something to that, or was Dom just being colorful. "I think it's possible to love two people," she began. "But I don't think you're being stupid. If you're stupid then I am the Queen of Stupid and we both know that's not true. You can change your mind about a million different things, but you can't change how your heart feels. It's like a completely separate entity, pounding away in your chest day in and day out." Reagan tapped her fingernail gently against her glass. "If he doesn't see how wonderful you are, he doesn't deserve you. And I'm not just saying that because I love you." She paused a beat. "What do you mean by 'the wolf'?"
Wonderful. He was glad someone thought so highly of him. Dominik had done some terrible things in his life that didn’t exactly live up to that reputation.
“He’s a werewolf,” he set his glass aside with a few sips left, how did one slip that into casual conversation. Though they weren’t exactly normal. “Hence why I wanted to help him. He seems like he’s in pain. The wolf curse isn’t exactly a walk in the park. Nor an easy spell to work. I don’t know who could’ve done such a thing to him.”
That's just about what Reagan figured, but her eyebrows still shot upward in surprise. She honestly didn't care who did what to whom. There was a werewolf in Point Pleasant. Of course her mind went first to the possibilities that came with a werewolf. Their fangs, and claws, sometimes their fur, depending on the spell. The magic their saliva and blood could produce...
But it probably went without saying that this particular wolf was off limits, if Dom fancied himself in love. Reagan found it to be foolish, of course, but who was she to give any kind of relationship advice? "How long have you known him?" Reagan asked pointedly. "Are you sure this is love and not extreme infatuation?"
Dominik seemed to know exactly what she was thinking, shaking his head at her as a wry smile pulled at his lips, “Oh, trust me. When I met wolfie, I had the same idea. The value on those ingredients, but,” what he felt for him outweighed any price.
“A month or two, I don’t know. It’s strange… when I’m with him I feel like we have a bond of some kind. A connection? He looks at me like he wants to eat me- which the wolf probably does. You know me, if I’m seeing one person, I’m seeing another,” Dom may not have been the town bicycle, but he never let himself get tied down by anyone, and certainly not by love. He was a free spirit. “I don’t even have the desire to look at another person.”
He didn’t know how to explain it. He scratched at the paint on his arms, a small sigh escaping his lips, “I feel safe with him. It feels like home.”
Reagan shrugged, unabashed that Dom had seemed to know what she was thinking. If Darren Dawson didn't work out for Dom, there was always the possibility of tracking him down for a little blood letting. Dom didn't really need to explain how he felt, because Reagan already knew. She had felt that same bond with Caius ever since they were fourteen years old. Maybe earlier than that, although high school was the point in time she truly remembered falling for him. That bond had never wavered, even when they weren't officially together.
She drank more of her wine and studied Dom over the rim of her glass. She wanted to comfort him, to encourage him to follow his heart, yadda, yadda, yadda. But would that really benefit him in the long run? Would that lead to heartache? "So what's going on, then? You said he's with someone else? I can change that, you know." Reagan arched a dark brow. She had no moral dilemma when it came to ruining relationships with magic if someone asked her to - or rather, paid her to. But Dom always came by her services for free when he needed them.
“The book keep at ‘Beers, and you don’t have to do a thing. I don’t think Darren is ready for a commitment of any kind, I’d rather he was happy,” though it was very tempting and he had asked something similar in the past. This was different. He pined after the werewolf and it hurt, but if he was happy, Dom could deal with the idea of Fin around. He couldn’t stop him and he wouldn’t want to break Darren’s trust in any way.
“Thank you, babe, you always know what to say to make me feel better.”
“Getting married, huh? No more trio,” Dom was always the third wheel, but now? “I’m happy for you and I hope he treats you well, Rea. We’re still on for happy hour on Thursdays, right?”
It took Reagan a second to place the face with 'book keep'. Fin Haynes. That prompted a raised brow from Reagan, because Fin had quite the reputation. She drank her wine, deciding she ought to give Dom some credit for being so selfless. Anytime Caius had begun dating another woman in the past, Reagan never wished for his happiness. She did everything she could to destroy the relationship. Most of the time she had succeeded. She didn't think anything she said actually made Dom feel better. He was just changing the subject.
"There will always be a trio," Reagan promised. "And nothing is changing, Dom. Happy hours, our friendship... all of that will stay the same. I'll still complain about Caius, except I'll be complaining about my husband instead of my ex-boyfriend." She smiled and reached over to take his hand. "It seems like you're going through a lot. I wish you would let me help you."
Dominik gave a long pause as he listened to that last bit, his eyes widening as time seemed to slow. Did she say- “You said husband.” Obviously. They were getting married, she meant fiancé, right? Fiancé. He raised a brow at her, “Of course. Yes, no change-” he trailed off, “You got married, didn’t you?”
Reagan blinked, mentally rewinding the conversation. She had said husband. But not in revealing context, right? She was a fantastic liar, but Dom knew her well enough to catch her in plenty of them. Still, her brain worked quickly to cover the mistake, if that's what it had been. "Don't be silly," Reagan said, leaning over to set her near empty glass of wine down on the coffee table. "I just meant I would be complaining about my husband, because that's what Caius will eventually be. You shouldn't read so much into my choice of words, Dom."
Dominik offered a look of apology, he had a lot on his mind and everything was processing at a different rate. He wasn’t the best company at the moment, though he was absolutely thrilled for Reagan. “It was just strange to hear it,” he supplied for her, “still hard to believe.”
She really did feel terrible lying to Dom about everything. As far as Reagan knew, the marriage would stay between she and Caius, and once they had their 'official' wedding, it wouldn't matter anymore. The beach wedding was something just for them and it needed to stay that way. "It is," Reagan agreed with a small smile as she glanced down at her engagement ring. "It took over a decade, but here we are. And I'm happy, finally." She sighed and rested her elbow on the back of the couch so she could nestle her head in her palm as she studied Dom. "And I want you to be happy too."
Of course he was happy- aside from the recent trouble with Aunt Hags. He’d been volunteering his time for the art department at the school, sex that didn’t include his father’s shady business partners. Darren. Dominik would say no more, but the wolf made him feel like he was worth something.
“I’m working on that,” it was slow going- testing new waters. Even if he’d taken a dive off the deep end.
“But hey, I got signed to a clothing company. Instagram paid off finally. I get to travel more. They want me in New Orleans for my birthday. Which means… we’re celebrating a little early this year.”
Reagan’s brows raised in surprise again before she smiled. “You did? That’s amazing, Dom. Of course it makes me feel a little pouty because I don’t want you to travel and leave me.” And she wasn’t entirely sure she could go with him. She was married now. Not that Reagan expected to have to run everything by Caius, but things were a little different now and she couldn’t just take off with Dom whenever she felt like it. “But we’ll make sure that you have an amazing birthday before you go. We’ve got plenty of time to plan.” She paused and then pouted. “Will you be back for my birthday?”
“I’ll be back by then. Maybe I’ll find a book on simulacra for you,” Dominik would never entertain such an idea, but the thought of it was intriguing. Voodoo dolls. Their friends had a different way of going about things in New Orleans. He always wondered how they could cast spells on individuals without the terrible backlash.
“We don’t have to stop traveling because you’re married. Bring Caius. The three of us have always been stronger together,” the unholy trinity. “I was planning on Italy in the summer.”
Reagan arched a brow and grinned. "I'll take anything you want to bring back for me, especially from New Orleans." That place was just dripping with dark magic and she would be thrilled with anything she could add to her own ingredients. Reagan didn't think Caius would say no to a trip to Italy. It was just as romantic as Anguilla, in Reagan's mind, although Anguilla would always have a special place in her heart now.
"I'll talk to Caius," she promised before pausing. "I've wondered whether or not it would be a wise idea to tell him about us. I don't want to upset him but I'm afraid if he finds out some other way, he'll be angry." The benefits that had come with being Dominik's best friend had always stayed between the two of them, but there was something that had been nagging in the back of her mind since she and Caius returned home from their vacation. The fear that there was something, or someone, that could destroy what they were trying to build together. It could have been an unfounded worry, given her history with Caius, but Reagan always knew it was best to be safe than sorry.
“I value my face, but honesty is the best policy,” he knew the friends with benefits time was up. He was okay with that. They found what they needed and it had never put a damper on their friendship, if anything, it brought them closer together. “He should know,” Dominik was sure about that much, “First sign of a hex, and I’m out.”
“And you don’t have to worry your pretty head, babe. I might be a whore, but cheaters are far worse,” they hadn’t done anything wrong. To be fair, he was there to pick up the pieces from another break up. If it made Reagan happy, he didn’t regret a moment of it.
Reagan gave Dom a mild look, as she didn’t think Caius would go around punching anyone. It wasn’t like the two of them ever slept together when she and Caius were together. He may not be happy about it, but it was in the past and she and Caius were looking to the future. Still, Reagan’s lips twitched. “I promise you, no hexes. And you’re not a whore.” She reached out to nudge him gently. “Everything will work out. It always does.”
Dom made a show of wiping away the pretend sweat over his brow, his worries about hexes gone. He smiled, a little more genuine this time, all those pearly whites. That was pure Dominik. “Don’t sugarcoat it, I don’t mind the title. It comes with benefits,” though the only benefits he could think of now- ugh. He was a lovesick moron. He only wanted Darren and this wasn’t like him at all.
He buried his face into his arms, covering that ridiculous blush. “I asked him to dinner on Friday night. At my house. With Mags the Hag. What was I thinking? If I wanted to chase him away, I could’ve just told him I raise the dead and I eat hearts.”
He made a miserable sort of noise, glancing up at her like a lost puppy, “I wanted to make a good impression, but I keep fucking up. I keep hoping I’m worth more than rumpled up bed sheets.”
Reagan wrinkled her nose and thought about refilling her empty wine glass. “Why on earth would you want to invite him to dinner with Magda? I’m sorry, Dom, but that is bad idea. Are you a masochist?” She snickered and unfolded her leg from beneath her to stand and grab her wine glass. “You know damn well you’re worth a hell of a lot more than bed sheets. But you should also know that you don’t have to prove that to anyone. They should see it for themselves and if they don’t, fuck them. And I know how easy it is for me to say that, and how I’m probably bias, but I saw your worth the moment we met as kids. If it weren’t for Caius, I would have definitely already trapped you in marriage by now, Dom, whether you wanted it or not. So, please don’t put yourself down and please don’t kill yourself trying to impress some dick who is fucking lucky to have you, okay?”
“Because I clearly don’t know how to properly date, I mean, I took you to a cemetery on your birthday,” he huffed, “I wanted him to meet my mom and my sister. They’re important to me. Magda just happens to live there. She is going to sniff him out the moment he walks in the door. She isn’t fond of werewolves.”
Darren wasn’t just anyone. He was Darren. Okay, that made no sense. Dominik was trying not to think about it, but it wasn’t easy. He nodded when her speech ended, letting out an almighty sigh as he took up his own glass again and held it out to her, “even with all that salty language, you still manage to come across as the sweetest person in the world. I don’t know how you do it.”
“I would’ve married you- even if I didn’t have a choice. You can be scary. Besides… Dominik Kelly has a nice ring to it. More please?”
He missed having these long talks. The wine was just an added bonus.
Reagan rolled her eyes and carried her wine glass into the kitchen to pour herself some more. "For one thing, the cemetery wasn't a date, and that was one of my favorite birthdays ever. And meeting the family comes usually after you've actually been together for awhile and have gotten serious," she pointed out. At least that's how things were supposed to work. She poured her glass nearly full and returned with it, and the bottle, to the couch where she topped off Dom's glass before placing the bottle on the coffee table.
"Dom, I love you to pieces. And you would be a lucky son of a bitch to be married to me, but I also think you should take things with Darren slow, okay? It feels like you're rushing into something and I'm afraid it's going to... I don't know... implode?" Reagan huffed out a breath before sitting down. "I want you to be happy. I don't want this guy to fuck you over either. Just... please be careful."
“I’ve never had a serious relationship,” he frowned, looking down into the depths of the wine glass. The contents shifted and the longer he stared, the shape of a paw appeared. Scrying into a glass of wine, an ultimate low for a witch. Dom was tipsy and he didn’t care. “I suggested it and he said he wanted to.”
“I’ll be careful. Trust me, the last thing I need is another broken heart,” many people made promises to him, and ended up running off to someone else. He was either cursed or he was just had that fuck me and leave me vibe. “Thank you for looking out for me.”
Reagan found the whole thing to be a little odd. Did people actually 'suggest' diving into a serious relationship? She had always imagined it just... happened. It had for her, at least. Granted, she and Caius were the epitome of a rollercoaster relationship, but things were what they were. Her dark brows furrowed together for a moment as she studied him. "Okay, wait. So you suggested a serious relationship to a guy and he said he wanted to, but you told me earlier you thought he was in love with someone else and wasn't ready for a commitment. Unless I've totally misunderstood..." Which was possible. Or this whole thing with Dom and Co., was super complicated like high school, which is what is was starting to sound like.
“Right? He confuses the ever loving shit out of me,” Dominik didn’t know what to think, but he was honestly intrigued. He didn’t know if love was the right word, but he spent an awful lot of time with him. For someone that had never had a serious relationship in their life, he didn’t know what he was doing. It just seemed right?
“I don’t know. I’ll keep you updated and I’ll be careful.”
He wasn’t worried about it. He had other things on his mind. Like the fact that Magda was out for his hide for reasons unknown to him.
“I would like to say to run far from guys who can’t make up their minds, but… I think I would be the biggest hypocrite in the universe if I did that.” Reagan rolled her eyes and settled back against the couch again. She sipped her wine and studied Dom. “Is there anything else you want to talk about? Anything I missed while I was gone, besides the mutt?”
“I think we’re about covered it,” Dominik nursed that glass of wine. He needed this outing. Needed to see Reagan. The engagement had been unexpected, but his life was full of surprises lately. He realized how out of touch he was with everyone around him.
“I should get going,” while he could still drive. He set his glass aside and leaned over to hug her one more time, “Congrats again, babe.”