Timothy's POV

She walks into Romano's like she owns the place, and the entire restaurant goes quiet.

I'm sitting with the team at our usual long table near the windows, picking at my pasta and listening to Jackson tell some story about his latest conquest. The words die on his lips mid-sentence when Penelope appears in the doorway.

She's wearing a simple black dress that hugs every curve she's earned through months of training. Her hair falls in waves over her shoulders, catching the ...