Chapter 17

I Kat slept late and Dante was gone when I woke. He’d worked out and eaten breakfast by the time I made it down to the kitchen and I don’t know if I’m relieved or not that he’s not sitting opposite me wearing nothing but a pair of boxing shorts as I eat my scrambled eggs. I am such an idiot for becoming so reliant on him, and even more of one for actually telling him that last night. I close my eyes as a wave of embarrassment rolls in my stomach as I recall the things I said to him. I’m enjoying the last bite of the delicious eggs Sophia made me when Joey strolls into the kitchen — all tanned long legs, thick dark hair, pouty lips and dripping with entitlement. I roll my eyes as she takes a seat opposite me and proceeds to stare at me like I’m an exhibit in a museum. “Can I help you?” I ask. “No.” She wrinkles her nose and shakes her head. I pick up my coffee and take a gulp. “You want some pancakes, Miss Moretti?” Sophia asks. Joey rolls her eyes. “Please don’t call me that, Sophia. Y