#Chapter7

“Do you want me to apologize, amore?”

I try to ignore him. He was sitting on the kitchen island waiting for his dinner. I’m no longer in the mood for our usual banter. I’d rather ignore his assiness. What he said this morning was below the belt and it very much offended me.

“Amore… speak. I dislike being ignored.” His tone changed. It was cold and hard.

I paused, having second thoughts whether to reply to him or not but the obvious edge in his voice made me do so. “I don’t want your apology. Not when it’s shallow.” My voice was low and rough.

He chuckled, deep and...