Dominic's penthouse was exactly what Ava expected.
Cold. Expensive. Perfect.
"I don't need a doctor," she insisted, sitting stiffly on the couch.
"And yet you're here," he replied.
A medic finished cleaning her wound and left.
Silence settled between them.
Ava glanced around.
"Do you ever relax?"
"No."he said
"Figures."
He raised an eyebrow.
"You're very bold for someone who just got hit by a bicycle."
She smirked slightly.
"And you're very controlling for someone who doesn't smile."
He paused and looked.
That did it.
For the first time—Dominic let out a quiet stiff laugh.
Ava noticed.
And a flicker of something flashed through.....