Chapter 64
Samantha’s POV
“Mom, why does your face go red every time Alpha Dominic is around?”
Diana’s question made me choke on my water. I coughed, sputtering as Diana giggled uncontrollably and Annie raised a single, knowing eyebrow from across the dining table. My cheeks burned hotter than the sun, and I struggled to compose myself, waving off Annie’s attempt to hand me a napkin.
“I don’t—” I started, then stopped, realizing any denial would only make things worse. Devon was staring at me with his arms crossed, his face far too serious for a six-year-old, while Diana leaned forward eagerly, clearly enjoying my discomfort.
“You do, though,” Diana chirped, grinning. “It’s like you are allergic to him or something. You always act weird.”
“I do not act weird,” I muttered, stabbing at the salad on my plate with far more force than necessary.
“You totally do,” Devon said, smirking now. And that smirk, it was the same one Dominic wore when he knew he had the upper hand in a situation. Oh, great. My son was turning into a miniature version of his father. “I caught you kissing him again. In the kitchen, mom. You did not even see me, but I saw you.”
My fork clattered onto the plate as I froze. My stomach dropped. “You... you what?”
Why hadn’t I been more careful? How could I have let my guard down like that in front of the kids?
“And hugging him too,” Devon continued, his smirk widening as if he were enjoying my discomfort far too much. “Last week. You were all smiley and stuff.”
Smile? When had I smiled? Oh, no. Did Dominic make me smile now? What was happening to me
“You are imagining things,” I uttered quickly, and I sounded a little too high pitched to sound convincing.