She was in Dante’s room pacing. “I can’t believe he was interacting with the kids.”
“He didn’t do anything wrong, Briar. He was there first. The kids all said they asked him if they could sit around him and he welcomed them with open arms, encouraged them to sing and play their game and even defended them against the manager.”
“He let the girls flirt with him.”
“The girls were going to flirt regardless,” Dante chuckled, “hell I wanted to flirt with him. He carries an air of sophistication around him. I bet he was holding a gun in one hand and glass of vodka in the other and speaking all the languages he mentioned today before his first birthday.”
“Eight,” she grimaced. “He speaks eight. I once heard him speaking Cantonese. Speaks it like he was born in China.”
“It’s not a far stretch
