Chapter Eleven – A Date of Lies
Nathaniel sat in the corner of the restaurant, his glass untouched.
The lights were soft, the music low, but his mind was firm. He had called Cassandra, and she came in minutes. She always did.
Cassandra walked in wearing a red dress that hugged her body. Her hair was pinned high, and her lips curved in a smile that never reached her eyes. She slid into the seat across from him, leaning close. “You called, Nathaniel. I was waiting.”
He looked at her with a steady gaze. His voice was deep, without a trace of doubt. “I don’t waste time, Cassandra. I want you back in my life. Savannah is gone. I don’t care where she is. I only care about what’s next. And that’s you.”
Cassandra’s heart gave a small jump, but her face showed nothing but delight. She
