Gino turned back to leave, but he froze, his face paling.
There, only a few feet away, stood Delilah, watching him with an unreadable expression.
His pulse quickened, the blood draining from his face.
"Mrs. Delilah?" he stammered, barely able to force the words out.
This couldn’t be.
Just a moment ago, he had seen her walking away, disappearing down the street.
Yet here she was, standing before him, looking at him like she had caught him doing something he shouldn’t have.
He glanced over his shoulder, back to the spot where he’d just seen her walk away.
His mind reeled. "How did she get here so fast?"
When he turned back to Delilah, his confusion only deepened. She wore a floral gown, a delicate clutch hanging from her hand—the complete opposite of the dark, fitted outfit he
