Dante's POV
Before I can rush out of the bathroom, Cassidy has already picked up my call. For a second I study her expressions. If the person calling is who I think he is, then I'm cooked. Cassidy will not let me off this one easily. Her eyes are like daggers, piercing deep into my soul as she stares at me. So many questions must be running through her mind right now.
In a quick move, I walk up to her, take the phone from her hands and turn around to go and answer the call on the balcony. I can easily explain why an MMM agent is calling me at nine in the night. But the name I see on my phone screen puts me off guard, and I freeze in my steps. I put off the call and turn to face her.
Cassidy is still there standing beside the bed and staring at me. Her eyes are wide with shock and she
