Dominic raises an eyebrow. “So, you romanticize precipitation. Interesting.”
I smile. “I romanticize everything. That’s just me.”
Dominic shakes his head. “That’ll probably get you into trouble.”
I stare at him. “I think I already told you. It’s my nature to like trouble. I’m trying not to, but it goes against my grain. Next question.”
“Why did you get between me and Cris? You could’ve been seriously hurt… even more than you were.”
Dominic is staring at me now with interest, genuine curiosity in his eyes. I shake my head.
“Because I’m a human being,” I answer. “I think anyone would step in and try to keep two people from killing each other. It’s the decent thing to do.”
“Are you decent?” Dominic’s lip twitches.
I smile. “Sometimes.”
“Why did you and your last boyfriend break up? Was he trouble?”
Holy shit. His abrupt change of direction sends a knife through my gut, because the answer to that question is ugly.
Jared was definitely trouble and he killed someone I love.
But I don’t say that. Instead, I murmur, “No comment.”
Dominic rolls his eyes. “Then this game isn’t so fun. Why don’t you just tell me about your childhood or some shit?”
So I do. Anything to get what Jared did out of my head… To not think of those images. The crumpled truck, the blood spatters, the screams when Maddy came to the accident scene.
I talk myself blue in the face to get that shit out of my head.
I tell Dom about my childhood and what it was like growing up with Gabe and my suck-ass parents. I tell him about Brand and how he’s always been like my brother. I tell him how I used to work in the summers for my best friend, Maddy, but then she married my brother and moved to Connecticut. When I pause to take a breath, Dom has his eyes open again, staring at me.
“That big blond guy is like your brother?” he asks doubtfully. “That’s a strange sibling relationship.”
His tone is weird and I narrow my eyes. “What are you implying?”
He shrugs. “Nothing. I just sense some incest there, is all.”
I literally shudder. “That’s fucking gross. Brand taught me to ride a bike.”
Dom just looks at me. “All I know is that the way that guy looks at you is far from brotherly. I know what I know.”
A weird feeling passes through me, because I have been ignoring that new look in Brand’s eye. I keep hoping that I’ll never see it again, but deep down, I know that I will. And deep down, I know that Dom is right.
“Well, it’s nice of you to notice,” I tell him snippily. “But you don’t know what you don’t know. And you’re wrong.”
“I’m rarely wrong,” he answers arrogantly. I can see that he really believes that.
“Does everyone around you always tell you what you want to hear?” I demand. “Do they tell you that you’re a genius, that you’re perfect, and that you’re never wrong?”
“They don’t have to tell me,” he smirks.
Because he already knows. I gag a little and roll my eyes.
“Have they ever told you that you’re arrogant?”
He nods, the corner of his mouth twitching a bit. “That might have been mentioned,” he admits. I can tell that he doesn’t care.
I settle more fully into the crook of his arm, enjoying the way his woodsy scent envelops me, even in the cold air.
“What’s it like to film a movie?” I ask conversationally, changing the subject.
I have to talk about something or I’ll go out of my mind. I could swear the cooler has gotten smaller since we’ve been trapped in here. Dominic closes his eyes again and his fingers rest against my side. I don’t think he even notices, but I certainly do.
“It’s fine,” he tells me. “I’m not much of a people person, but even though millions of people see me onscreen, it doesn’t seem like that when we’re filming.”
“So you’re an introvert?” I ask with interest.
He nods without opening his eyes. “Most definitely. My brothers got the extrovert genes.”
“Ah, yes. The badass rockers. They definitely seem to love the limelight. Is that it… two brothers and one sister?”
“Yeah,” he nods. “That’s it.”
“You’re lucky,” I tell him. “All I have is Gabe.”
“And he’s the only one who counts because your parents are worthless?” Dominic asks with interest, repeating my words from earlier. It’s the first time he actually seems interested.
“So you were listening!” I nudge him. And he smiles. A real smile, the first time I’ve seen it on him. I decide that it’s well worth the wait. His smile almost warms the room up all by itself, like the heavens opened up and the light shone down on us through the clouds.
“I couldn’t help but listen,” he tells me, his eyes almost warm. “You weren’t going to shut up and I can’t go anywhere.”
I giggle and he smiles, and for a second we seem like friends.
“Why exactly are your parents worthless?” he asks after a minute. I’m surprised that he would go out of his way to ask, so even though it makes me uncomfortable, I answer.
“My mom never really wanted to be a mom and she’s not good at it. When she and my dad got divorced, she took it as an opportunity to do whatever she wants to do. She has a new boyfriend every week. I rarely hear from my dad. He always thought it was enough to just send my mom a child-support check.”