Letty woke up the next morning feeling entirely better, the fever and aches gone. As she dressed in her uniform, she heard the familiar roar of the Shelby approaching and felt a surge of excitement that immediately overshadowed the memory of her father's rage.
As she stepped out, Dante pulled up, impeccably dressed in his uniform. He got out and opened the door for her, his familiar smirk—the one that always made her heart skip a beat—in place.
Before Letty could step into the car, Dante gently cupped her face and delivered a soft, intentional kiss.
He pulled back, his smile genuine. “Good morning, little one. Glad to see you’re feeling better.”
Letty smiled shyly, the intimate act leaving her breathless. “Thanks to you.”
She settled into the passenger seat, feeling the familiar
