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We’d exchanged only a handful of words, yet I already knew two things with gut certainty. One, Dante was going to be my fiancé. Two, we might kill each other before we ever made it to the altar.
“Oh, trust me,” I said. “I don’t think he’s a god.” More like the devil sent to work on my last nerve.
It turned out the delicate little rose had some steel in her spine after all.
“You gave me a black Amex, I used it,” Vivian said with an elegant shrug. “What can I say? I like flowers. And shoes.” Translation: You were an asshole before you left, and I took it out on your bank account.
“Good to know.” Vivian looked like she was holding back a laugh. “There’s no bigger turn-on for a woman than the story of another woman being chained to a rock as a sacrifice.”
It was one of my favorite things about her, even though I shouldn’t have a favorite anything about her.
“How does he look at me?” Janis smiled. “Like he never wants to look away.”
If I loved you as much as he claims to love you, nothing would’ve stopped me from keeping you.
I’d kissed my fair share of men over the years, but none had ever kissed me like this. Like they were a conqueror hellbent on breaching my defenses. Like they were trapped in the desert and I was their last hope for salvation.
I like you because of you, not because of your money. Even if you piss me off sometimes,” she added wryly.
You can’t live your life trying to please others. You can be courteous and respectful, and you can compromise, but when it comes down to it? It’s your life. Don’t waste it.”
“Is it just me,” he said. “Or do you also feel like you’re in a giant fishbowl?” “A nice, expensive one,” I agreed.
“You’ve been gone less than a week and I already feel like I’ve spent an eternity in hell.”
“You and me, sweetheart. That’s the destination. And I’m willing to take as many steps as I need to get there.”
“Why do you always default to the morbid?” “Because I’m friends with Isabella, and you’re scary.” “I thought you said my talent was looking pretty,” I teased. “Pretty and scary.” An impish smile curved her mouth. “They’re not mutually exclusive.”
