Chapter 88

Sloane’s fingers brushed the folder, and for a moment, she felt her pulse quicken. Frustration with Lyra melted away, replaced by a strange warmth as she realized Dominic had anticipated every detail, every clause in the document. She read swiftly, her eyes scanning from start to finish. The precision, the efficiency, it was flawless. Her lips curved into a smile. Without thinking, she reached out and patted his arm lightly. The warmth of his skin transferred through the sleeve, subtle but electric. “Thank you very much,” she said, her voice softer than usual, carrying an unspoken acknowledgment of the effort and care he had put into this. Dominic’s gaze flickered briefly to her hand, his dark eyes momentarily unreadable, before returning to the road ahead. But Sloane caught it, the tiniest shadow of something beneath his controlled exterior, something that made the quiet between them almost charged. For the first time in days, she felt… a little safe. And more than a little aware of h