Dominic's POV
My heart fluttered once more.
As Amara walked toward me, I hurried out of the car, circled around to the passenger side, and pulled the door open for her.
Only after she settled into the car did I return to my spot behind the wheel.
"Amara, do you believe I can tell fortunes?" I asked.
She shot me an icy look, clearly irritated by how I'd addressed her, though she seemed too tired to pick a fight over it.
"Go ahead," she said.
I grinned widely.
"I've got this feeling that today's art exhibition might turn into quite the spectacle. Maybe we should stop somewhere first and grab a couple of helmets—you know, in case things get messy and we need protection from flying debris," I suggested.
Right then, Amara stared at me like I'd lost my mind.
"Just get one. You can wear it, but leave me out of your ridiculous schemes," she said.
I stuck out my bottom lip. "That's boring."
