Morning came with pale sunlight filtering through the storm clouds over the Hudson River. Sofia woke curled against Dante’s side, her head resting on his bare, muscular chest, his heavy arm draped securely around her waist. The scent of cedarwood, clean rain, and post-coital warmth filled the master suite. For the first time in five days, Sofia felt an incredible, deep peace in her heart. A sharp buzz from the…
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