Chapter 89: Gunfire

Cassie

The metal chair at the French café was cold against Cassie's legs, and her belly was full from breakfast. Soft lilting music drifted from the outside speakers as Daniel and his mom, Francine, finished their food. She liked Daniel's mom. Sure, the woman was pushy, but she seemed to genuinely care about him. Two women nearby in suits glared at Cassie as if she was a hooker. Cassie pulled at her gold halter top. Next time stop and change out of club wear before having breakfast with a hot guy and his mother.

Their waiter stopped by and dropped off the check. Before Cassie could reach for it, Francine snatched it up.

"I invited you, so I'm paying." She set down a hundred-dollar bill. "It was so nice meeting you, Cassie, but I've got to run." She turned to Daniel. "Will you call a cab? Or I could play speed racer and scare Cassie with my driving?"