Roman slipped into the steakhouse, hugging the darker edges of the room even though every part of him wanted to storm over to Desiree and drag her out by the hand. He told himself he wasn’t here to spy. He didn’t want her, or that smug pack kid, to see him lurking like some jealous shadow, because then he would realize that something was definitely going on. And that would put Desiree in grave danger.

But the man in the charcoal suit had caught his attention the second he’d stepped ...