A Professional Gesture

~DONOVAN~

"A little to the left," I direct, watching Dominic struggle with the string of lights. "No—my left, not yours."

Dominic grunts, stretching to hang the lights along the cabin's wooden beams. "Since when did you become such a perfectionist about decorations?"

"I've always been a perfectionist," I reply, adjusting a vase of wildflowers on the dining table.

The cabin smells of pine and the l