Lizzie smiled at his grandfather before hugging him goodbye. A stab of jealousy tore into Dante. She’d barely spoken to him after they’d kissed, and even then, it’d only been one-word answers. Why in the world had he let his hormones do the thinking for him?He had absolutely no desire to toy with her feelings. Hurting Lizzie was the last thing in the world he wanted to do. And though she appeared to have it all together, he knew that she had a vulnerable side, too. He’d witnessed the hurt that had flashed in her eyes when she realized that he didn’t trust her with his grandfather. She wanted him to think she was tough, but he knew lurking beneath the beautiful surface lay a vulnerable woman—a woman that he was coming to like a bit more than he should.When she at last joined him in the car, she stared straight ahead. The unease between them was palpable. Dante didn’t like it one bit, but he had no one to blame but himself. There was no way he could go back in time and undo the kiss.
