HARPER
I clutched Dominic's shirt as my legs threatened to give way.
"Are you alright?" he murmured, not turning to look at me. I preferred it that way. I couldn't bring myself to face him either—not after what we'd done. Especially not with his son now in the room.
I nodded in response and glanced over to see Jason still standing there.
"Really, Father?" Jason grunted. "What would you have done if Mila saw the two of you going at it on the damned cooking counter?"
He saw us. Heat flared in my cheeks, and I stepped closer to Dominic, pressing my face into his back, as if it would wash away the growing embarrassment.
"Adults do things, Jason," Dominic murmured.
"Sure. Just not in the living room where a six-year-old can see and hear it," he hissed back.
"I'm sorry," I murmured, my voice muffled by his back. But Dominic heard.
He scoffed. "You don't have to apologize to him. You did nothing wrong."
