“It’s okay, Fabiola.” I look up to see Dominic looking down at me, his strong brown eyes fixed and unmoving like a predator’s.

“Wh-what’s okay?”

My God, can he read my mind?

He reaches out and brushes a stray piece of my hair from my face and smiles. “Liking them both. I’ll just buy them both. Mary will give me a good deal.”

“Oh,” I reply with a sigh of nervous relief and a funny feeling in my belly. “Y-you don’t have to…”

“I want to.” He grins. “Believe me.”

I may not have a lot of experience with men, but I can tell that the way Dominic is looking...