My pulse was still racing as Dominic pulled back. That unreadable smile played on his lips, like he’d just dropped a match and was waiting to see if I’d catch fire.

Then he chuckled, hands sliding into his pockets. “Relax. You’re wound tighter than a drum.”

I stared at him, stunned and breathless, still caught in the heat of his words.

He leaned against the doorframe, one brow raised. “What? You really thought I was serious?” A glint of mischief danced in his eyes. “We just met, ...