Chapter 91: Frisky

Cassie

Even placing all of her charm into her words, disbelief raced through her as she saw Daniel slowly close his eyes and sleep. How many days had he said he'd worked with no rest? He had been supposed to apologize profusely for not taking her and her corporation on, and then offer her all the interior design gigs. Not pass out.

The cab pulled alongside Daniel's penthouse. "Need some help, miss?"

"No, I got it." She placed her gold purse under her arm; the strap must have broken sometime during the flight of the gunman. She scooted out of the cab. If an assassin was after Daniel, she had to get him inside quickly and not worry about how her strength would look carrying a man. She moved Daniel's arm around her neck, then lifted him out of the taxi. For the benefit of the driver or anyone passing by, she stooped as if his weight were heavy, and pretended that Daniel was conscious enough to walk with her aid. "Thanks."