But all of his good intentions got shot to hell real quick when he got his first look at her as she waited for him in the lobby. The girl – correction, woman – who hovered somewhat nervously near the front doors bore little resemblance to the Cara he’d seen at Nick’s office over these past few months. That Cara had looked even younger than her twenty-two years, like a fresh-faced high school student, and he couldn’t truthfully recall what she’d been wearing yesterday except perhaps that it had been black and white.
The young woman who waited anxiously for him to arrive now was stunning – there was really no other word for it. And Dante knew he’d remember quite well what she was wearing this evening, perhaps for months to come.
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