CINNAMON:
Dante's jaw clenched. I could practically see the vein pulsing in his neck. "What figure did you have in mind?"
Jensen named a price.
Dante laughed. Actually laughed. "That's extortion."
"That's negotiation."
"A cow has more brain than you," Dante muttered under his breath.
The espresso machine hissed behind the counter like it, too, was unimpressed by Jensen’s theatrics.
I kicked him under the table.
He shot me a look. I shot one back that said, "Let me handle this."
I leaned forward, folding my hands on the table, and smiled sweetly at Jensen. "Mr. Harbor, I think there's been a misunderstanding."
I let my features soften, the way women are taught to do when dealing with men who mistake politeness for weakness.
"Oh?" He leaned in too, eyes dropping to my neckline for
