She suspected he knew the truth—that she desperately needed alone time to sort out her chaotic thoughts—but thankfully he pretended to buy her ruse and let her be.See how pretending was so much easier? Too bad her common sense was finding it more and more difficult to cling to that theory.Dumping her purse on the couch, she carried her bags into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. She stared at the wallpaper until the flowers in the pattern blurred into indistinct blobs.Dante is in love with me.Sweet mother of whiskers, she didn’t know what the hell to do with that information. What made it worse was the disturbing possibility that she loved him back.Who was she kidding? There was no doubt in her mind that she loved Dante. Good God, she bit him like she was Vampira Kitty. It was completely mortifying and embarrassing. Sure, she’d asked during their marriage negotiations if he’d let her do that to him, but she’d never counted on enjoying it so much—or the thrill of excitement that buzzed through her at the notion he was her marked mate now.
