Ex fiancé uncle
Raina.
I never planned to see him again. Especially not like this; sweaty, irritable, and standing in a dusty garage while my ex-fiancé’s mother yelled about a missing casserole dish.
But there he was.
Dominic Vale. Tall, broad, and so deliberately silent it made every glance feel like a dare. He was stacking boxes by the water heater like he had all the time in the world. Like I wasn’t standing five feet away, surrounded by the ghosts of a wedding that never happened.
I cleared my throat. Loudly.
He didn’t look up.
“Still ignoring me after all this time?” I asked, wiping my hands on my jeans. “Charming.”
His head turned slowly. Those gray eyes landed on me precise and cool like they always had.
“I’m not ignoring you,” he said, calm as ever. “I just don’t care to
