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DANTE
“Savanna!” I shouted towards the back of the house where she was getting ready. “Our reservation is in half an hour. You going to be ready or what?”
“Coming!”
She walked through the door, and I let out a low-pitched whistle. “Whoa. What‘ s the occasion?” She was all woman in that dress, and she met the heat of my gaze with her own.
“Why does there have to be an occasion?” she asked. “Isn‘ t the fact that you’re taking me out to dinner excuse enough for dressing up”
“I‘ m going to have to take you out a hell of a lot more often if this is the reward I get. Or maybe I’ll keep you here, locked up.” Not that I didn’t trust Savanna. I didn’t trust other men to leave her alone. “Make you hand feed me while you wear something sexy like that.“
The sun was setting throug
