DANTE
I loosened my tie for the third time in ten minutes. Then tightened it again. The silk felt constricting around my throat.
Four hours. She'd been upstairs for four hours.
The meetings had wrapped up an hour ago. I'd showered, changed, checked my phone forty times. Still no word that she was ready.
Not that I'd go up there and rush her. That would make me look desperate. Anxious. Like I cared more than I should.
"I have never seen you this way."
Tate's voice came from the sofa where he sprawled with a glass of wine, looking entirely too amused.
I ignored him. Kept my eyes on the window, watching snow fall over the city lights.
"Dante." His tone became teasing. "You know engaging with me might make time pass faster."
Still, I said nothing. If I gave him an inch, he'd take the
