Minutes later, they were seated again over coffee, and Isabella was double checking the pricing of a six foot oil piece Dante had requested for his new home.
She didn’t even notice immediately when Dante stopped speaking.
He had been telling her about a particular marble piece he wanted from Florence…something mythological and unique. But now he was silent, just folding his arms and watching her carefully. She had been too focused on numbers and logistics to actually notice the change in energy.
“I have a proposition for you,” Dante said suddenly, in a smooth and deliberate voice.
Isabella paused her calculations, but she did not look up. “Another one?” she asked with an amused tone in her voice. “Because I’ve already said I’m not sourcing any taxidermy heads, Dante.”
His lips curved
