After that night, Dominic Vance seemed to have transformed into a completely different person. To say he was different was not entirely accurate, for he still spoke very little and still wore that same icy, expressionless face; however, at the very least, he appeared to have reverted to that initial period when he first tasted desire, still cherishing Lucien immensely.
Of course, it did not reach the level of depravity of those early days, where he would just abandon his work to go home or rarely show up at the company. But Dominic Vance did begin to come home much earlier.
Some days it was five o'clock, other days it was six, but never later than seven in the evening. There were days when Lucien had not even finished cooking dinner before hearing the sound of the car rolling into the garage. He would trot out, his hands still covered in flour, his eyes curving into smiling crescents: "You are home!".
