Dominick asked, turning to the third man at the table.

Since Dominick had returned from the university, he hadn't come to see her.

Dominick had never felt such a need to kill a man.

Dominick stepped down first and held his hand out to help her.

Years later at age 10, Dominick had been selected to become the class president.

Mark my words, Dominick or his pal will be back again.

Dominick moved in front of her as she attempted to walk by him.

Dominick had seen every inch of her, and yet she wanted to cover herself.

But the need to see Dominick, to be alone with him, had been too strong to resist.

She turned back to Dominick, unsure of what to do.

But last night, in Dominick's arms, she had felt loved.

So Dominick was smelling blood in the water now, too.

But this was not the real direction in which Dominick planned to drive.

Dominick took off toward her at a dead run; Jason a few steps behind him.

Dominick began to approach that car, moving with quick caution.

Especially with Dominick and the earl too close for comfort.

Now it was Dominick's turn to straighten in his chair.

Dominick settled back in his chair and sent Charles a smile.

He tried to shout, to point toward the window where Dominick had fled.

Dominick wondered who the mysterious friend was that had come with her.

Suddenly it all made a great deal of sense to Dominick, and he nearly wanted to laugh with relief.

Dominick shouted again, a note of desperation in his voice.

She pushed open the windows, wondering if Dominick would come to see her today.

No gentleman of her acquaintance had a body like Dominick's.