By a Thread: A Grumpy Boss Romantic Comedy

Dominic Russo was trying to take care of me.

“Wait a minute. Tell me the buyer isn’t Dominic Russo.”

“Who? No. It’s not even a person. It’s a trust. The buyer’s agent said the buyer fell in love with the house.”

“They did?” I whispered.

“Actually the email said fell in love in the house, but that was a typo. So you’re going to need to start packing.”

“Don’t come,” he ordered.

But it was her smile that hit me the hardest.

She was bone-deep happy. And it was just for me. It was all for me.

I, Dominic Russo, was smiling.

“What’s happening with your face right now?”

Pinning me with his gaze, he brought the crumpled, cheap pink lace to his nose.

“Who the hell did this to you?”

This guy was trespassing on my territory, and I had no problems letting him know it.

“Ally,” Dominic whispered.

“Dom, I’m a little busy trying not to kill us.”

“You didn’t pinky promise me yet.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” I hooked my pinky around his and tried not to fall in love with the idiot when he pressed his lips to our joined fingers.