I answer. “But I was just escorted to a really fancy party by deceptive means. That’s where I was. Where were you?”Dante laughs, an honest, happy sound and I find myself wishing that I could bathe in it. He’s tan and handsome and self-assured. He’s so different from the boys that I know from back home. Did I say that I hate Caberra? I meant that I love it. I love Caberra. I’m sure of it now. “I was looking for you,” Dante admits, ducking his head and grasping my hand. He brings it to his lips and kisses it. Holy-freaking-monkey-balls. Are all boys in Caberra this swoon-worthy or is it just Dante?I study him as he straightens up, scanning over his broad shoulders, golden hair, sparkling deeper-than-the-ocean eyes and healthy, bronzed skin. It’s just Dante. Of that, I am sure. “Well, you’ve found me,” I answer when I finally can. He grins. “That I have. Now what should I do with you?”Holy-loaded-question. I know exactly what I’d like for him to do with me. But obviously I can’t answer that. My mama raised me to be a lady. Or she thinks she did, anyway.I shrug nonchalantly, as though I don’t care, as though he isn’t the first thing I thought of this morning when I woke up or the last thing I thought of before I went to sleep last night.Dante Giliberti has certainly made himself at home in my thoughts. And I don’t think he’s going anywhere any time soon.
