"This is Dominique," Leo interjected smoothly, his tone leaving no room for ambiguity. He gestured to where Dom had finally emerged from the SUV, looking slightly windswept. "My assistant."
Hazel's gaze swept over Dom. Her expression didn't flicker. "Ah."
"Oh. Uh. Yeah," Dom managed, his brain short-circuiting. He was staring. The electric blue eyes. The mask. The mysterious tattoo. The way the mountain breeze played with a strand of her dark hair.
Oh.
That's Hazel.
The Hazel.
The bride.
His brain finally made the connection. His eyes widened a fraction.
Hazel's gaze moved past him to Jason, who was trying to look professionally bland and failing miserably. "And who is he?"
Dom's mouth moved on autopilot, his attention still wholly captured by Hazel. "He's… he's my assistant."
From beside him, a pained, hushed whisper cut through the thin air.
"Bro."
"Nice to meet you, Isabella. I've heard so much about you."
