Chapter 208

Preston had made grilled fish, while Dante had prepared baked cod. One was rich and flavorful, the other was simple and fresh.

Preston glanced at Vivica.

Vivica was leaning against the doorframe, one hand on her hip, her lips pressed together as she looked from the coffee table in the living room to the dining table.

She glanced at the fish, said nothing, and her face gave nothing away. She blinke