Page 66 of Made for Sinners

His smirk returned, slow and knowing. “Good.”

I turned back to the water, my arms wrapping around myself. “But it needs renovations."

"Name them and they will happen, wife."

I turned back toward the house, taking in the sleek lines, the towering windows, the sheersizeof it all. It was beautiful, yes. But it wasn’tmine.

Not yet.

Dante stood beside me, his hands in his pockets, watching me with that quiet intensity that always made my skin prickle. He was waiting—waiting for me to say something, to make a decision.

I exhaled slowly, my fingers tracing the railing of the terrace. “The kitchen needs warmth,” I said finally. “It’s too cold, too sterile. It looks like a showroom, not a place where people actually cook.”

Dante’s lips twitched. “Noted.”

I turned to him, crossing my arms. “And the bedroom? It’s tooyou.”

His brow arched. “Meaning?”

I gestured vaguely toward the house. “It’s all dark wood and sharp edges. It’s… impersonal.”

Dante hummed, tilting his head slightly. “You want something softer.”

I hesitated, then nodded. “Yes.”

He studied me for a long moment, then pulled out his phone and typed something before slipping it back into his pocket. “Done.”

I frowned. “What do you mean,done?”

“I mean, I’ll have someone come in and make the changes.” He shrugged. “Pick what you want. It’ll be handled.”

I stared at him, thrown by howeasyhe made it sound. Like it was nothing. Like it wasn’t a big deal to reshape an entire house just because I wanted it to feel likehome.

I swallowed hard, looking away. “And the backyard?”

Dante turned slightly, following my gaze to the lake. “What about it?”

I hesitated. “It’s beautiful, but it feels… empty.”

His expression didn’t change, but something flickered in his dark eyes. “What do you want?”

I bit my lip, considering. “A garden.”

Dante’s brow furrowed. “A garden?”

I nodded, my arms tightening around myself. “Something with flowers. Maybe a greenhouse.”

Dante was silent for a long moment, then exhaled through his nose. “Alright.”

I blinked. “Alright?”

He smirked. “Yes,alright. You want a garden? You’ll have a garden.”

I shook my head, laughing softly despite myself. “You make it sound so simple.”

Dante’s gaze darkened, his voice quieter now. “Itissimple, Emilia.”

I swallowed, my throat suddenly tight.

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