He couldnt delay any longer. Lindsey was waiting for him at home.
So, have you found out what transpired that night? Arturo caught up with Domenic. Is something going on between Lindsey and Sumner?
A shadow crossed Domenics face. He refrained from probing into the events of that night. Trusting Lindseys assertion that she and Sumner were merely friends, Domenic believed her.
Observing Domenics expression, Arturo asked, Domenic, you havent asked her about it, have you?
Domenic ignored Arturo and continued walking ahead.
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Caught in a daze, Arturo found Domenics behavior surprisingly uncharacteristic. Having grown up with Domenic, Arturo knew him well someone who delved deep into any matter that piqued his curiosity.
He couldnt imagine a man who would be okay with his woman being alone with another man at night.
Especially not someone like Domenic.
Lindseys ability to convince Domenic, who was usually confident and proud, to go out in the middle of the
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night and buy her sanitary pads without being concerned about her interactions with another man perplexed Arturo.
Arturo was growing more convinced that Lindsey was not as simple as he had initially thought.
Shaking his head, Arturo gazed at Domenics retreating figure and remarked, By the way, you havent mentioned the tuition fees.
Domenic, still walking away, extended two fingers.
That much? Weve been friends for years. Could you retract one finger?
Domenic waved his hand without turning back, disappearing down another road.
Entering the apartment, Domenic headed to the door to a steam-filled bathroom where Lindsey was showering.
Domenic extended his hand and gently knocked on the bathroom door.
The water stopped running, and Lindseys silhouette appeared on the frosted glass door. Her voice, somewhat muffled by the bathroom door, reached Domenic, Mr. Walsh, youre back?
Yes, I got it.
The bathroom door cracked open, dispersing the vapor. Lindseys arm, adorned with water droplets, extended from behind the door. Shyly, she said, Give it to me. Thank you
Domenic retrieved a packet from that bag and passed it to Lindsey.
Lindsey accepted it and was about to pull back her hand when a large, cool palm gently clasped hers.
Domenic grasped her wrist from the outside.
Mr. Walsh? Lindsey called out, her voice gentle, yet met with no response.
Whats wrong with you? Do you have something to tell me? Her confusion laced her words.