Daxton’s POV
‘So what did you want to talk about?’ Cassidy asks as we appear in the doorway, of one of the side rooms, Dakota ushering us inside before she shuts the door.
‘Stop any unwanted ears’ she whispers at my raised eyebrow.
Our friend seems to have reclaimed her composure and is now glaring at the man across from her indifferently.
Mr Callaghan sighs heavily, ‘I just wanted’ he murmurs, ‘uhh, I mean . . . how are you?’
Cassidy stares at him for a second before she laughs mirthlessly, ‘twenty three years and you want to know how I am?’
Her father winces slightly as his wife places a small hand on his back as though offering support.
‘This isn’t going how I expected’ he mutters, ‘I don’t know how to start this conversation.’
Cassidy shrugs, ‘How about, hey, kid I helped creat
