Emily’s POV

The dinner was at one of those tall glass buildings downtown. Dario’s company hosted it for some big investors.

He told me to wear the black dress he bought last month, the one that hugged my body tight.

He said I looked dangerous in it.

Kissed my neck while I zipped it up, his hands lingered and I smiled, trying to feel normal.

I kept trying to push the research away from the day Sophie came.

We arrived together. His arm around my waist the whole time.

He introduced ...