Emily’s POV

The rear passenger door of the midnight-black Maybach clicked open, and a pair of polished leather shoes stepped onto the asphalt.

Daniel emerged into the glow of the theater marquee. He looked infuriatingly broad, towering, and lethal in his dark charcoal suit, his storm-gray eyes scanning the glass lounge until they locked straight onto me.

Beside me, Sophia let out a low, breathless gasp. "Oh, wow. Is that... your stepdad?"

"Yeah," I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs as Daniel pushed open the heavy glass doors of the VIP lounge and walked straight toward our group.

Every eye in the lounge turned to watch him. He radiated...