Annnalissa Hale I smooth my hand over my dress, forcing a steady breath. The bagel sits on my plate and I calmly force my fingers to lift the pastry. When I glance up, Dante is already watching me from the far end of the table. One of his elbows is propped on the chair, with his shirt stretching over his shoulders. His gaze is dark and unblinking. The silence coils, daring me to fold. I tilt my chin, summon a faint smile, and slide the bagel back across the polished wood toward him. “You should have it. A husband deserves the first bite.” For a beat, his expression doesn’t change. Then his mouth curves like an unsheathing blade. He leans back, spreading his arm over the chair as if he owns not just the table, but the air I’m breathing. “Careful, Issa. Offering me your food sounds a lot like an invitation.” Heat spikes up the back of my neck. My hand tightens on my lap, my nails biting into my skin. “It’s not,” I manage, holding his gaze. “It’s manners.” His laugh
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