For a moment, she was frozen, bathed in that intense light. And she could feel it, a gaze so potent it was almost a physical touch. It came from the dark interior of the car, sweeping over her from head to toe, slow and consuming. She bit her lower lip, a shiver of self-consciousness and thrill racing down her spine. She felt seen, utterly and completely, in a way that made the night air seem to crackle.
Then, the driver's side door opened.
Her breath caught, lodging somewhere in her throat.
Dante stepped out.
The sight of him stole the air from her lungs. Gone was the man in simple shirts or tactical black. He was dressed in a suit of deep charcoal gray, tailored to fit the powerful lines of his shoulders and torso with flawless precision. The fabric looked expensive and severe, and yet on him, it was simply an extension of his own formidable grace. He looked breathtaking. Not handsome in a gentle way, but in a way that was stark, commanding, and utterly magnetic.
