Chapter 38 A Man With Secrets

• RUBY'S POV
• The car was quiet except for the soft hum of the engine and the rhythmic slapping of rain against the windshield. Dominic’s eyes were locked on the road ahead, his jaw set tight and his hands gripping the steering wheel like it was the only thing holding him together. From the corner of my eye, I watched him, studying the stiff way his fingers curled around the leather, white-knuckled, as if he was fighting himself.
• I pursed my lips as the memory of the traffic light intersection crept back into my mind. My cheeks flushed involuntarily, remembering how hard he'd felt under my fingers. Was that what this was about? Was he overthinking it, afraid he’d been too forward with me?