The house was quiet when they arrived. The car hadn’t even come to a full stop before Ale and Valenie were already out, her laughter echoing through the driveway as he tugged her toward the front door. Whatever world they existed in, it was lightyears away from the firestorm Amelia was walking into.
She moved to open the car door—
Enzo’s hand shot out and slammed it shut.
“Wait.”
His voice wasn’t loud.
But it froze her anyway.
Amelia stared straight ahead, jaw tight, nails digging into her palms as he leaned in closer from the other end of the backseat. His scent hit her first—smoke, salt, and whatever dark, expensive cologne always lingered on his skin long after he was gone.
“You want to explain to me what that little show tonight was?”
Her head turned slowly. “I dressed up. That
