Chapter 28

“Where are we going? This isn’t the way to the apartment…” I asked, eyeing the unfamiliar road winding away from the city lights.

Dante only smiled, one of those quiet, knowing smiles that made it hard to argue with him. Without taking his eyes off the road, he reached for my hand and laced his fingers with mine.

“Dinner,” he said simply.

Dinner.

I blinked, leaning back into the buttery-soft leath