Diego's POV

It hit me, sudden and sharp—showing Dominic mercy would be the biggest “fuck you” I could give the bastard.

Tempting.

Very. Fucking. Tempting.

“Let me.” I grabbed the edges of the trough and dragged it into the grass.

“Thanks,” Dominic mumbled. His face was red with embarrassment, his eyes heavy with shame.

“It shocks me sometimes,” he said sheepishly. “The body just won’t do what it’s supposed to.”

“Age comes for all of us.”

He shrugged and sat on the ...