Chapter 169
Regan was startled to see that Dante had actually accomplished what he'd promised. No, shocked was more like it. There wasn't a reporter in sight. Instead, all she saw was a single black SUV parked across the street. Leaning against it was a man she guessed to be at least six foot six, with broad shoulders and an unsmiling face. Clad in jeans and a leather jacket, hair as dark and long as Dante's, he looked more formidable than anyone she ever remembered seeing in her life. Arms folded across his chest, he had an attitude that plainly said Don't fuck with me.
She pulled into her carport and turned off the ignition. Dante parked in the driveway and climbed out, nodding to the other man, who dipped his head in acknowledgment. Then, with a loose-limbed grace that reminded her of an animal, the other man got into his vehicle and drove away.
"Do I even want to know who that was and how you accomplished this?" she asked.
His smile said she might be better off not asking.