Emily's POV

“Why here?”

The question slipped out my mouth before I could stop it.

He was seated at the kitchen island, not at the massive dining room table downstairs.. not surrounded by crystal glasses and silver cutlery, but instead he was here, in the warm amber light of the kitchen.

Dario looked up from his glass of wine, with his sleeves rolled to his elbows, and his forearms resting against the marble. “You had said the dining table was too big,” he said calmly.

“You ...