Dante leaned against a car, his piercing gaze locked onto her. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his tone laced with curiosity and a hint of suspicion.

Grace’s heart raced, and she stuttered, “Uh, I…. I came to get something.”

Dante raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Get what? Because I don’t see why you would come to the parking lot to get something. It’s not like you own a car. I have never seen you ride anything. So why are you here?”

Grace glared at him, trying to maintain her composure. “What if I came here to check it for someone?”

Dante’s expression suddenly changed, a smirk playing at...