Grace sat before Salvatore, her gaze narrowed as if trying to read him. On the other hand, Salvatore sipped his wine, a smile on his face as he watched her.

“You know, I'm still wondering how I couldn't tell the first I saw you that you could be the double S terrorizing Italy!" Grace yelled out, her hand going to tug at her hair.

Salvatore laughed, warmth radiating off him. Damn, he was very handsome. If Grace didn't have Dante, she would have asked Salvatore out.

"You still wouldn't have figured it out, baby.” He muttered, his voice growing deeper.

Grace squeezed her legs together as she gulped. This man....