OLIVIA
“He’s here.” I said, taking a crunchy bite from my carrot, my pulse picking up.
Lilian clapped her hands together. “The moment of truth. Let’s see who wins the bet.”
“Stop,” I hissed, trying to swallow the lump of carrot stuck in my throat. “You’re not helping.”
I smoothed down my shorts and took a steadying breath before opening the door.
Dante was standing outside, looking put together like always even though he was coming straight from work.
As he walked in, I closed the small space between us and wrapped my arms around him.
“He walks in and she attacks him with love,” Lilian’s teasing voice echoed from the kitchen, now with a dramatic Italian accent. “Mio Dio! Get a room people, the risotto is cooling on the table!”
Dante’s chest rumbled with laughter and I pulled back
