Casey finally comes back with a tray of clubhouse sandwiches, chips, and cups of coffee. The delightful scent of each awakens my almost sleepy senses.
“What did I miss?” she asks.
“Take a seat, Case. We were talking about the plan for rescuing Oliver,” Cassius answers and his sister takes the seat on my other side.
“Do we have a lead?” she wonders. “Something much better than before?”
“We do,” Cassius replies. “We’re close, Case.”
She sighs in relief. “Then thank God.”
Everyone takes a cup, then Brandon hands me the one with a latte and a piece of sandwich. I smile at the sweet gesture. “Thank you.” I sniff at the coffee.
He sneaks a kiss to my temple and bites his food. I can almost hear him sigh. My poor man must be starving.
“Arianna, aren’t you supposed to enlighten us about so
