PLAYING BOTH SIDES
I woke to sunlight and the smell of coffee.
Dante was already up. Standing by the window in sleep pants and nothing else. Phone pressed to his ear. Voice low and controlled in that way that meant business.
“ don’t care what the board thinks. Isabelle stays on for now. We need her exactly where she is.” A pause. “Because I said so, Marco. Just trust me on this.”
He hung up. Turned. Found me awake.
“Morning,” he said. “Coffee’s on the nightstand.”
I sat up. His shirt rode up my thighs. I watched his eyes track the movement before he deliberately looked away.
“What was that about?” I asked, reaching for the coffee. Perfect. He’d remembered how I took it.
“Marco questioning why we’re keeping Isabelle on the board after learning she’s meeting with Vincent.” Dante move
