Spoiled

Dante

I walk into my house after another long day at Piacere trying to figure out if Cal Duncan’s information is worth anything, and I have nothing on my mind but a quiet night at home with El. The empty foyer echoes with my footsteps, but she’s been working on getting ready for school in her office upstairs, so I trudge up.

At the top of the stairs, the door to Eleni’s office stands closed, but my—our?—bedroom door is open, and light spills out onto the floor. I frown and walk in.

“Dante!” Eleni leans out of the bathroom. A few perfect curls swing away from her updo, and a long, silver earring that kind of looks like an elegant stick jingles. “You’re earlier than I thought.”

“Sorry?” I step farther into the room and realize she’s just wearing a towel. “Did I forget we had plans?”

She laughs. “It’s a surprise.”

I nod slowly, trying to put together the clues. Fancy hair. Two garment bags sit on the bed. She’s smiling.

“Yeah, I got nothing,” I say.

She steps out of the bathroom and kiss