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“Still in bed?” I ask Dante with a giggle as I stand in the doorway of his new bedroom. “What a bum.”
He laughs, grabbing his torso. “I tried to get up, and Mamma threatened to tie me to the bed.”
“You seem like a guy who’d like to be tied up,” I say with a shrug as I sit in the chair near his bed.
He smirks. “You offering?”
“Sure. Just ask Enzo for permission first.”
His face pales, which is honestly good, because he’s got some color back to his face finally. He looks less sick. “I didn’t expect you guys back so soon.”
I shrug. “I had a spat with my dad. He wasn’t happy about the break-in.”
“I’m sure,” he frowns. “Enzo made it out of there alright?”
“Yeah. He politely told my dad to f**k off when Dad presented him with divorce papers.”
Dante’s brown eyes grow
