“Or it could be so good he puts a ring on it,” Dante said. “Then you’ll be really pooched. You should probably tell him.” He tilted the contents of the vodka into his mouth and then took a swig of soda. “I really wish I could hit one of the clubs while I’m here. I need to blow off steam.”
She grimaced at Dante. “I’m not telling him until we’re in the States.”
“Coward.”
“Yes. I am. Right now, he is being friendly, kind and patient but you forget I know the person he was. He was a ruthless businessman who had connections with world leaders and other billionaires. He joked with the kids downstairs when they asked him if he was rich. He told them he was filthy rich and made more money sitting there watching them sing in an hour than they would see in a lifetime.” She ripped the second tiny
