Chapter 15. Engagement? No!

Beau

Fuck! Getting shot at was a bummer. And if there was one thing she hated the most, it was being coddled.

Her independent streak was rearing its head. She had sworn to poison Dominic with belladonna if she could get her hands on one.

Two whole weeks she had been confined to this bed. The wallpaper had made her dizzy from staring at it all day. She had memorized every pattern she could decipher, even made equations. And answered them in different ways.

And there was one more thing that aggravated her the most. Those fucking painkillers had her knocked out all the damn time!

She and Dominic had barely spoken, other than civilized questions – the usual 'good morning,' 'good night,' and 'how are you' phrases – he made it a point to avoid her. 

Well, except at night. He retired to their bed beside her only if he was sure she was fast asleep. This was not always the case.

She could feel his warmth as he cuddled with her g