“What?” Grace asked, a frown on her face. Dante realizing what he just said, shook his head and flashed a smile at her.

“Nothing.”

Grace looked at him warily, she was sure she heard him say lover, but since he said it was nothing, there was no need to try to ask for more information.

The rest of the nights went by with them enjoying their drinks and watching as the rain pounded heavily on the window panes of the bar.

They couldn’t tell for how long they sat there, but Grace got drunk in no time. She might be one to put up a strong front once in a...