DANTE
“I’ll be back to get you for dinner.”
Her lips part, and it looks like she’s going to say something, but her gaze darts away, and words never come out. I wonder if she is going to ask me to stay. To talk. Is my plan working so quickly? Is she already starved for my attention?
Not giving her time to figure it out, I leave the room without another word. I close and lock the door behind me before I stare at the door for a second longer than I should. My plan is unfolding nicely, even though not quite as I had planned, she is starting to depend on me, nevertheless. So why am I not happy about it?
MY AFTERNOON WORKLOAD goes just as painfully slow as the morning. Enzo and I discuss a couple
shipments of drugs that have gone missing. It’s going to cost us big and is a mistake that on
