In Love With My Husband's Best Friend

ing wood from the fireplace permeated the air. It was hours after midnight, yet Elena lay wide awake, incapable of shaking off the turmoil in her. Luca had been more unpredict

his broad frame relaxed, yet his piercing eyes missed nothing. He was pouring a drink, the amber liquid catching

ight Con

Elena." His voice was casual, but

ser. She extended a hand toward a glass, and

d something else-something unspoken. Dante's eyes were on he

ight?" h

soft sigh. "Ar

a treated her, the way she'd become just another piece of his

eaving?" he asked, his

ring his face. "And go where, Dante?

ed. "There's al

ation of his words. Was he making a general s

ost Co

looked at her as if he was going to say someth

ped, rubbing his h

orward slightly, her

on in every muscle. "Nothing," he said fin

ause for a moment, she had

's Ye

urn away. "You ever wonder how different

lenched. "Eve

e had met Dante first? What if she hadn't been bound to Luca? Would sh

were dangerous

rrupted

entered, his presence sucking the air from the room. His pi

smile, non-snarl. "What's t

ing around her glass. Dante, howe

oothly, leaning back in his c

for a beat too long before h

't a su

arn

mmering, Luca turned to Dant

said, voice deceptively calm. "But

ss tightened, but he no

Elena's waist, guiding her out of the room. But as she glanced over h

, yes. But it wa