(SANTINO’S POV)The room feels too small after she walks out. The air still tastes like her. My lips still tingle where she kissed me, and my heartbeat hasn’t slowed down since. I sit there for a few seconds, staring at the empty chair across from me, trying to understand what the hell just happened. My tie is crooked, my shirt is half-buttoned, and my suit looks like it was dragged through a storm.

I drag a hand through my hair, hard. The motion does nothing to clear my head.

When I finally ...