CHAPTER 19
Dante's POV
The sprawling glass doors of Byers Designs slid open as I approached, the morning sun reflecting off its polished surface. My mind, however, was a million miles away, replaying the events of the previous night. Jane. The mere thought of her sent a strange flicker through me. Not a pleasant one, mind you. More like… irritation mixed with reluctant respect. Her audacity was infuriating, yes, but there was a spark there, a stubborn defiance that I couldn’t completely dismiss.
I pushed open the interior door and stepped into the reception area, the muted grey and steel décor a stark contrast to the inner turmoil I felt. As usual, the staff greeted me with polite, almost wary nods and hushed tones. They knew better than to engage in idle chatter. I offered a curt nod i
