Chapter 48 Forty-seven

• Dominic's insightful laugh energized him. As his editor laughed and tried to arrange his tousled, disheveled curls, he struggled to get his legs moving. People were leaving their seats, mumbling nonsensical things, others laughing and others lamenting the breakfast they ate earlier.
• "Do you need help?" someone asked.
• She stopped trying to unbuckle her seatbelt when she noticed a guy in the typical attire of all park employees. He hated needing help; it unnerved him to have to talk to strangers. He hated everyone and he hated his fucking editor.