Chapter 142

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Dominic met her eyes. “No exceptions. You have to keep at it.”
After she thanked him and left, he got up and shut the office door. He exhaled in relief, then turned toward the corner of the room. “She’s gone. You can come out now. No need to hide.”
The moment he finished speaking, Collin stepped out from the shadows.
Half an hour earlier, Josh had tipped him off that Linsey was heading to the hospital to question Dominic. Uneasy, he canceled his morning meetings and arrived at Dominic’s office before she did. Not long after, Dominic’s assistant warned him that Linsey was on her way up. With no time to talk to Dominic, he had no choice but to slip into the corner and stay out of sight.
He couldn’t help but wonder what Linsey had wanted to ask Dominic. Even though he had expected it, hearing her bring up his leg injury still hit him in a way he hadn’t prepared for. Then she went as far as to promise Dominic she would stay by his side—whether he could stand again or not.
Her words echoed in his mind, sinking deep and rattling something inside him.
Noticing the shift in Collin’s expression, Dominic smirked. “You heard everything, didn’t you? I’ve got to hand it to you—Linsey’s completely devoted to you. What did you do, cast a spell on her?”
“Nonsense. She’s my wife. Of course, she’s going to stay by my side.” Collin shot him a sidelong glance, the corners of his lips quirking up slightly. A flicker of pride lit his eyes.
Dominic nearly did a double take.
For some reason, Collin reminded him of a rooster puffing out its chest, strutting around like it owned the place. Something told him this was only the beginning—Collin was going to get even bolder about flaunting his relationship.
“Oh, and I suggest Linsey start giving you daily massages. Do yourself a favor—don’t slip up again,” Dominic said, arching a brow.
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Collin’s scowl darkened. “Why would you tell her that? There was no need.”
He was already slipping around Linsey, letting his guard down in ways he hadn’t meant to. Just this morning, he had almost exposed himself when she stepped on his foot.
If she started massaging him every day, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep up the facade.
Dominic feigned innocence, sighing dramatically. “I’m just looking out for you. A little physical closeness never hurt a marriage.”
Then he smirked. “Besides, Linsey clearly dotes on you. If you don’t let her do this, she’ll just come back to me with more questions.” Noticing Collin’s furrowed brows and clear irritation, Dominic adopted a pragmatic tone. “You and Linsey are married. The more time you spend together, the closer you’ll become. And who knows? Maybe a baby isn’t too far off.”
Before Collin could get a word in, Dominic pushed back his chair and stood. “I’ve got surgery this morning. I’m heading out.”
Just before stepping through the door, he threw one last jab over his shoulder. “When your kid arrives, Dustin and I will be sure to give you our blessing.”
The door swung shut behind him, leaving Collin simmering in his frustration.
Dominic and Dustin never missed a chance to stir the pot.
He released a slow, weighted sigh.
Dominic’s words lingered in his mind—him and Linsey, having a child. It was something he had never seriously considered before.
If anything, he had always been indifferent—maybe even repelled—by the idea of children, avoiding them whenever possible.
But if the child was Linsey’s—one who might inherit her bright eyes, her effortless smile…
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