The sun had barely risen on Friday morning, but the kitchen was already filled with warm golden light. Ariana sat on a tall wooden stool at the counter, cradling a mug of hot coffee in both hands.The apartment was unusually quiet. In the living room, Zoe and Eli were still asleep on the pull-out couch, the blankets twisted around them. Mason had claimed a sleeping pad near the front door, his soft snoring the only sound in the room.Dante came out of the bedroom, his boots making soft thuds against the hardwood floor. He wore dark Hounds training shorts and a plain gray T-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. He didn't look tired. Instead, he wore the calm, focused expression Ariana had come to recognize before every big game. He stepped over to her first, cupped her face gently, and kissed her softly. "Morning," he murmured against her lips before he walked over to the counter, poured himself a fresh cup of coffee, and sat down on the stool right next to her."Morning," Arian
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