When she reached the edge of the mattress, she stopped and turned to face him.

"Nice try, but no," she said, challenging him with her gaze. "You have to win me over, Dante, if you want to fuck me."

Dante looked at her from that distance. The idea of "winning her over" still seemed questionable to him. After all, they would get divorced as soon as the one-year period Damon Montgomery had imposed on them was over.

"That damn courtship," Dante hissed as he walked toward her.

When he reached