"Ladies," he said, flashing a wink as if he'd just walked into a commercial. "Sorry for the delay. Blame the idiot beside me."
"Hey!" the so-called idiot protested, glaring up at him. He was shorter by a few inches, with a boyishly cute face and warm honey-colored eyes that instantly softened the mood. His fluffy hair curled slightly at the edges, and he carried that familiar air of someone perpetually scolded by life for crimes he never committed. "It wasn't my fault! He said, 'Take a shortcut,' and that shortcut went through a construction site!"
The taller one chuckled lazily. "It worked, didn't it?"
The cute one puffed his cheeks, clearly losing the argument. "You're lucky you're handsome, or I'd report you!"
Every head in the lounge turned toward the newcomers, curiosity filling the room. Alexa's breath hitched, her jaw nearly dropping. Wait—that face, that sharp jawline, those smug dark eyes…
Wasn't that Dominic King?
