Olivia’s POV

Elliott walked me down to the underground parking lot after dinner. The air was cool and smelled faintly of concrete and car exhaust. He stopped beside his car and smiled at me in that gentle way that always made my stomach flutter.

“Dinner was lovely. Your friend is hilarious, your daughter is adorable, and you… you were perfect,” he said softly. Then he tilted his head. “Why is your ex still watching us like a hawk?”

I turned around. Sure enough, Alexander leaned ...