Dante sat on the edge of the bed even though I hadn’t moved over and gently reached over to reposition the pillow at my back and neck so I was close to the middle of the bed and cozier than I had been before. If I closed my eyes to breathe in his lemon and pepper scent while he leaned over my torso, he didn’t notice. “You are the most infuriating woman,” he countered, but his eyes glittered like the New York City nightscape outside my windows. “What a pair,” Sebastian interjected in a long drawl.
