ANDREA

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I watched Dominic walk away.

His back was straight, shoulders set, hands tucked into his pockets like he had not a single care in the world.

I had whispered what I needed to say. I had planted the seed. Now all I had to do was wait.

That was the part I was good at. Waiting.

The living room felt bigger without him in it. Dominic had this way of filling whatever space he walked into. I had noticed that the first week I started working for him. I had been paying attention ever ...