Kate’s POV
I expected him to put me down the moment the front door of the estate clicked shut. I also expected him to retreat, to straighten his tie, and to revert to the cold, distant CEO who had merely been performing a duty like he did at the gala.
But he didn't.
He had picked me up again the moment the car parked in the garage, paying no heed to my protest of “I can walk.”
Dante carried me past the foyer, past the living room, and straight up the grand staircase. His grip was effortless, my weight seemingly nothing to him, his jaw set in a line of grim determination that dared me to argue.
"Dante," I protested weakly, my cheek resting against the fine cotton of his shirt. "I can walk, really. The cramps come in waves, I’m fine right now."
"You were curled in a ball in a public r
