Dominic's POV
"Wait, what's her name again?"
Quentin's jaw locked up tight enough to shatter teeth. "Amara!"
I gave him a nod. "Yeah, Amara. Listen, buddy, the moment I laid eyes on her? Instant lightning strike. Second encounter? I was a total goner.
"Third time around, I'm practically shopping for rings. You kill this wedding, and I might as well throw myself off a cliff."
For the next ten minutes, I unleashed my inner Shakespeare, going on about how my feelings for Amara ran deeper than ocean trenches, soared higher than mountain peaks.
I painted a picture of myself collapsing right there in Medvantage's parking garage if Winston didn't give me his blessing.
When I finally wrapped up my performance, I shot Quentin a quick glance. "Quentin, you catching all this? Jot it down, polish it up. I'll use it to sweep her off her feet later. She'll be crying happy tears in seconds."
