Kate’s POV
"Are you ready?"
Dante’s voice broke through the quiet hum of the car engine. He wasn't looking at his phone this time, he was looking at me, his green eyes scanning the sharp lines of my outfit with a critical, yet approving gaze.
I took a deep breath, smoothing the fabric of my sky-blue blazer. When he knocked on my door an hour ago and told me to get dressed, I had almost refused.
The events of last night—the confrontation at the restaurant, the slap, the kiss—still felt heavy on my skin. I wasn't sure I had the energy to play the role of the devoted wife in front of a room full of sharks.
But then I remembered the way Dante had stepped between me and Damien. I remembered the primal threat in his voice when he told his brother to back off. For the first time since my li
