Dante Reyes was impossible to read—quiet, tattooed, permanently uninterested in everything around him. The kind of guy who never chased anyone, never lost his temper, and never cared enough to explain himself. People projected things onto him constantly. Dangerous. Detached. Trouble. Most of them were right. He was her brother’s best friend. She had known him for years, long before the modeling contracts, dorms, parties, and complicated feelings neither of them acknowledged out loud. Dante had always been there in the background of her life—silent, unreadable, watching everything without reacting to it. Which was exactly why it was so unsettling when he finally started looking at her differently.