Brielle's POVI wanted to yank my hand away, but his grip held firm for just a second too long. Enough to send a message. Enough to remind me that he hadn't forgotten a single second of what happened in that hotel room."Please, sit, everyone!" My mother gestured toward the dining table like she was hosting royalty. I'd have rolled my eyes, but, well, I was too tensed to do that. I slid into my chair, trying to steady my breathing. Dante took the seat directly across from me. Of course he did. His eyes found mine again, and the corner of his mouth twitched."So, Dante," my mother began as she poured wine, "what is it you do?""I help manage the family businesses," he said smoothly. "Hotels, primarily."My stomach dropped. Hotels? What the fuck was he trying to do?"How interesting!" my mother cooed. "Brielle loves traveling. Don't you, sweetheart?""Sure, Mom.""She's being modest," my mother continued. "She's very adventurous. Always trying new things."Dante's gaze slid to me, dark
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