Relief washes over me as I slide into Ashlyn's car. I'm blocked from Rafe's line of sight, and his hold on me evaporates slightly.

"Are you good?" Ashlyn asks, glancing out her window. "We better go now or Rafe's going to come down here and carry you off over his shoulder."

"You think?"

"All I know is that when Dante looks at me that way, there's no way he's letting me walk away from him." She smiles. "You've really done a number on him, haven't ...