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Gael's words echoed in Angela's head. Because of his invitation, she couldn't help but think about going there with him—spending time just like they were on Hillberry Isle—before she knew his real identity.

Once they stepped out of the restaurant, she watched him get the car from the parking lot, and the familiar questions swam in her head. She had always asked herself why she could still be near him despite knowing the truth—knowing who and what he was.

She certainly knew what he was capable of, but why did she not avoid him? Why could she stand here, watch him, and still think that she was safe? This man was in the mafia. Had she lost her mind?

The car came around and stopped in front of her. Angela was in a trance that she just stared while Gael got out of the car and opened the passenger's side for her. 

He returned her gaze and then cocked a brow in question. "Are you not getting in?"