"Can I interest you in dinner tonight? At Dario's place?" There was a calculated pause on the other end of the line. "That's the name of your friend's boyfriend, right?"
Gianna managed a nod, her throat tight. Then, remembering she was on the phone with the last person on earth she wanted to speak to, she forced a stiff, single-word reply. "Yes."
A long, weary sigh greeted her from the other end. It was clear that her rigidity had transcended the line.
She inhaled deeply, a silent command to her heart to calm the rising tide of her anger. If she was going to play this game effectively—and she intended to win—she had to keep her emotions under an absolute lock and key.
Noah could not, under any circumstances, suspect that she loathed the very ground he walked on.
