Chapter 22 Terror Night For Dom

• Dominic stepped out of the shower, drying himself off with a towel before walking into the bedroom. His head still ached. He thought the hot water might help him relax, but it didn’t. He felt tense—wired, even.
• He pulled on a pair of joggers, wiped the steam off the mirror, and stared at his reflection. His eyes looked tired. His shoulders were tight. The night hadn’t gone badly. Dinner with Natalie was smooth, maybe even enjoyable. They talked more than usual. He laughed once or twice.
• But something still didn’t feel right.