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MIGUEL

The evening air felt strangely unreal as we drove. It was like a dream I didn’t want to wake up from. The roads were almost empty, the sky a deep orange melting into dusk.

We had toured the city after leaving the restaurant, and I was shocked to see places I hadn’t dreamed of seeing before now. Salvatore knew all the secrets of the city, and it wasn’t really surprising—considering the nature of his job.

Salvatore and I were still talking about our dinner and that quiet little restaurant with its soft lighting and warm atmosphere. Everything had tasted better simply because we were together.

“That steak was perfect.” A smile tugged at my lips as I glanced over at him. The fading light cast shadows across his face, outlining the sharp cut of his jaw. “I don’t think I’ve ever eaten that good before. You picked a great spot.”

He grinned with his hand resting gently on my thigh. He gave it a light squeeze.

“Glad you liked it,” he said, his voice warm and low, his eyes flicking to me
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