Cassia hung up the phone. She’d been calling Lance all night, but he wasn’t answering. It was strange because he always answered. There was a knock at the door, and Cassia put her cell on the counter and went to answer the door. It was likely Dominic; he’d been popping by rather regularly all week making sure she was ok and didn’t need anything. He’d even taken her out on the town a few nights showing her the New York nightlife.
Last night he’d taken her to the VIP, a huge nightclub catering to the rich and famous owned by an old family friend of their grandfather who had long since retired and left the running of the club to his much younger wife.
Cassia opened the door and found herself presented with flowers. Cassia chuckled and accepted the roses Dominic offered. “I thought the plac
