Chapter 67

Isabella’s POV

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The morning after felt like a room I wasn’t sure how to walk through.

20 vouchers.

The meeting at Club Nero had rattled me for sure, but this morning, I felt unsettled not because of what happened at the club, but because what had almost happened between Dominic and me in the kitchen afterwards.

Nothing had happened last night. I reminded myself forcefully for the fourth time since waking up.

No lips had touched. No promises were made. No lines were crossed.