Chapter 15

“Thanks for tonight. You were uncomfortable. I get it.”

“For better or for worse. Know what Mrs. Paulson called you tonight? My better half. She was right.” I turned on the wipers to flick away a light mist. “You know I love you, don’t you, Dominick Brodie?”

“And I love me some Hugh Neumann.”

“The German translation of that is ‘New Man.’ I’m trying, Dom.”

“The old one’s pretty okay.”

I stroked his soft Will Rogers hair. When I began to unbutton his fly, he looked down in surprise.

“Here?”

I grabbed his hard dick, jutting out. “Here.”

“I’m still a little mad at you,” he said but scooted back to allow my tugging more room. “I might still be mad when you’re done.”

“Maybe we can get arrested for lewd public conduct and make the news again.” I laughed a little. “Give me a kiss.”

Dom looked at my lip and frowned.

I reminded him. “In sickness and in health,” so he did, on the good part of my mouth, and then he murmured into my neck, “For richer, for poorer.”