Kate's pov
The drive back to the estate was suffocating.
The silence inside the limousine wasn't the comfortable quiet of two people sharing a space; it was a heavy, pressurized vacuum that sucked the air out of the cabin.
Dante sat on the far side of the leather bench, his body angled toward the darkened window, his jaw set in a line so hard it looked like it might snap. He radiated a cold, prickly energy that practically screamed do not approach.
I, on the other hand, couldn't stop smiling.
I stared down at my hands, replaying the afternoon in my head. Luca Prescott. The Luca Prescott had hugged me.
He had invited me to his restaurant opening. For a few glorious hours, I hadn't been the vengeful ex-girlfriend or the contract wife living in a gilded cage. I had just been Kate, a g
