87|Under His Skin

Dominic rolled up his sleeves and threw off his tie as he scanned the bar.

He sighed loudly, disappointed to see he's still out of bourbon and whiskey; Gree and Claire hadn't had a chance to stock up. But—he decided—any alcohol would do at this point after the hellish day he'd had. So he pulled out two six-packs of beers and took them back to the couch.

Glaring at the wrinkled blazer beside him,