Rika had been thoroughly enjoying herself.
For the past fifteen minutes she had watched Dom suffer in silence while Jason chatted happily with Hazel. The jealous glances, the tight jaw, the way his hands kept curling into fists before forcing themselves to relax again, it had been better entertainment than any movie.
She had been perfectly prepared to watch the whole drama unfold for hours.
Then Dom moved.
And Rika's smirk froze on her face.
She watched him walk toward the stream, the deliberate grace of every step, the effortless posture, the way he angled his body just enough to catch the sunlight. She watched him crouch near the water, saw the subtle movement of muscles beneath his shirt, saw the careful tilt of his head like he knew exactly how the light would fall across his profile.
Her eyebrows climbed toward her hairline.
Slowly, she turned to look at Hazel.
Hazel's face said everything.
