Chloe went downstairs for breakfast as usual. When she entered the dining room, Dante was already there, sipping a cup of coffee.

The memory of what had happened in the kitchen the night before flashed through her mind. She knew she'd landed a direct hit to his ego. Honestly, she'd expected him to skip breakfast altogether, but this was Dante Montgomery. He wasn't the type to run away just because someone had bruised his pride.

"Good morning, Dante. Sleep well?" she asked with a sarcastic sm