Chapter 70

DOMINIC

Fuck. This was not happening.

My heart did a double backflip as I turned my head and saw her lying next to me. The pounding hangover that had been pulsing through my skull disappeared replaced with ice-cold, steel-hard panic. Eliza. What in the hell was she doing here?

How could this have happened? My mind was racing to piece together last night's events. It had started out normal enough: a meet-up with my buddies, some drinks, some laughs. But beyond that? Nothing. My memory was a black void.

I stared at her, incredulity twisting my gut. This wasn't some nobody; this was Eliza, the same woman who'd broken out of prison a few days ago. Now she was here, in bed with me. Naked.

"Relax," she said, her voice oozing nonchalance, as if she hadn't just turned my world on its axis.

"Relax?" My voice came out hoarse, tight with the effort to keep from shouting. "Are you out of your fucking mind?"

She shrugged, a lazy smile playing on her lips