~ Niamh ~
Cristiano stumbled back a step, and adjusted his jacket. "Holy smokes, brother. An 'excuse me' would have been much more effective."
Domino looked at him like he was a pest. "I don't need to take an excuse from you to talk to my sister-in-law."
"I meant courtesy, not permission," Cristiano shot back, though he was already grinning again.
"Fuck off, Cris," Domino grunted.
I laughed lightly, the bickering between them feeling so normal and human that it eased the tension that clouded me.
Domino turned his gaze to me then, reaching out to place a hand on my shoulder. His fingers were long, just like Cristiano's, but that was where the similarity ended.
His hand was thick, his skin rough and calloused, feeling like it had been dragged through blades and gunpowder every day of his life.
