Page 49 of Fractured
Damn.
They were all in the military, the Army, and the rest of what they did was classified.
It was getting dark, and even though the forecast had said it would be a clear night, they missed the rolling dark clouds.
We were all loaded up in boats just as the bottom fell out of the sky, literally.
Rain pelted at my face.
Garrick had Tatum and Sage’s faces pressed into his chest.
Harlee had Granger, Lola, Zaden, and Hattie, wrapped in her arms, with Carter standing over them.
Misty’s face was in Frank’s chest.
And thankfully, Talia had climbed on the boat with us.
Therefore, I had her face in my chest.
We all ran to our vehicles.
I opened the door for Talia, and she bolted in.
Then I raced around the car and jumped in.
“Fucking hell, the leather,” I said with a wince.
She winced right back, “Sorry, Dominik. Next time, we’ll take one of our SUVs.”
I lifted a brow at her as I started the car and blasted the heat, “Next time?”
She snickered, “You’re the one who asked if I’ve ever driven to the Marina.”
I nodded, then pulled out and drove us home.
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“Shit,” I said as I got a look at the one and only street that led to Talia’s apartment building, then I flipped on my blinker and turned left.
“Staying at my house,” I said.
I felt her eyes on me, and then she said, “Okay. Your car is too pretty to get ruined.”
Talia
We pulled into Dominik’s garage, and I was never more thankful that he had one.
I stayed where I was as he rounded the car and opened my door.
Grabbing our things, I climbed out with the help of his hand.
Ten minutes later, I was changed into a tee of his and an older pair of sweats with my hair wrapped up in a towel.
He had also changed into a pair of sweats and a tee.
I had just walked to the fridge and opened it, as he washed his hands at the kitchen sink, and when I saw what was on the shelf, I felt my breath catch.
“Umm, Dominik?” I asked.
