Chapter 20 - A Quiet Evening at Home
That evening, the estate was delightfully quiet. The media storm from the foundation launch had died down, leaving the Buckhead mansion wrapped in the comforting embrace of twilight.
Megan sat curled up in a plush leather armchair in the corner of the grand library, reading a novel, while Dominic sat nearby at his desk, reviewing architectural blueprints for the upcoming expansion of the community center’s children’s wing. The dual computer monitors cast a soft blue glow across the antique globe that Megan used to dust with such sarcastic flair on her very first day.
Without looking up from his blueprints, Dominic spoke softly. "You were extraordinary today, you know."
Megan lowered her book, a fond smile gracing her lips. "Are you talking about my speech, or are you just trying to butter me up so I don't complain about you working past midnight?"
"Both," Dominic admitted with a low chuckle, finally pushing his chair back and walking over to her. He knelt beside her chair, resting his hands on the armrests, looking up into her eyes with an intensity that could still make her breath hitch. "You inspire me, Megan. Every single day. You took a broken man living in a tomb and turned him into a father, a partner, and a human being."
Megan reached out, gently running her fingers through his dark hair. "You weren't broken, Dominic. You were just waiting for someone stubborn enough to break down the doors and remind you how to live."
"And you certainly broke them down," he smiled, pressing a warm kiss to the palm of her hand. "No regrets?"
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"Not a single one," she whispered softly.
He stood up, scooped her effortlessly into his arms—earning a startled, happy gasp from her—and carried her out toward the French doors leading to the private balcony under the stars.
