Bianca glided toward Dante like a shadow with lipstick. She’d seen everything—Mandy slipping into the restroom, Kade following, Dante watching from a distance, jaw tight, hands clenched. And then, Mandy flirting.

Oh, she saw it all.

“Rough night?” she asked sweetly, swirling her champagne as she leaned into his space. “She’s quite the firecracker.”

Dante didn’t respond. His eyes were still fixed on the hallway where Mandy had vanished, burning a hole through the wall.

Bianca ...