Domenico’s mood was steadily deteriorating. The shower felt more draining than the long morning training, and instead of sweat and worries, it was all traces of good humor that were going down the drain along with the dirty water. Dana’s eyes drilled into him with a curiosity he didn’t want to address. She had no idea what he was going through. In fact, once, she even told him she didn’t understand why people would make their lives so complicated with sex, but he had neither a way nor a desire to explain his position to someone who couldn’t possibly get it.