But in her wildest dreams she never imagined she’d be broke and single at twenty-eight, doling drinks at thirty-five thousand feet. She was a glorified waitress in the skies.
It had been years since she’d seen him. But one day, there he sat, gazing intently at her, ready to set everything ablaze once more.
Dante wanted her. Again. Sure, she’d play along…but this time, it was his turn.
She was breaking him.
After all, love is war.
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