Chapter 266

Evie stepped out of the taxi. The late spring air was warm, the kind that made everything feel a little easier. It had been a week since she’d left Marco.

At the gate, she ran her fingers over the chipped wood. Relief and nerves tangled in her chest. She hadn’t told Jenna she was coming—didn’t want to explain over the phone why she’d walked away.

She opened the door and stopped short. Dante was in