A Second Proposal

Don's POV.

I leaned back in the chair, my fingers loosely holding a glass of whiskey that I hadn't even sipped. The drink was more of a prop, something to fiddle with while my mind raced in a hundred different directions. Across from me, Dominic sat with his legs stretched out, one hand resting on the armrest, the other nursing his own glass.

"You're quiet," he said, breaking the silence. He gave