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Cassandra slid up further in the seat. “Mr. Carter, are you married?” she asked, flirting to try and distract him.

“What about Ralph?” I asked, nudging her in the arm.

Carter laughed at her, and she winked at him. “He didn’t say no,” Cassandra flirted.

As we left the park, I dug in my purse, reaching for my phone and sending a message.

Me: I can meet you at Cassandra’s place.

Gianney: Is this a setup?

Me: Gianney, you know me better than anyone.

Gianney: All right, give me 30 minutes.

Me: Thanks.

Gianney: Cono is with me.

Me: Good he has some things to explain.

Gianney: A lot is going to be explained.

“Ma’am, I just got word your husband wants to meet for lunch,” Carter announced.

“What restaurant?” I pouted, frustrated with my plans getting changed.

“His assistant said the lobby near Calabresi Holdings,” Carter replied.

I sighed. “All right, I have a few minutes.”

Me: Change of plans I can’t meet now. How about in an hour or two?

Gianney: Vincenzo must have you on lockdown.

Me: Leave my husband out of it Gianney.

We arrived minutes later, and I hopped out of the car. Cassandra followed me into the lobby restaurant. The doors opened, and the hostess greeted me at the front.

Pushing my purse up on my shoulder, I said, “Hi, I’m meeting my husband for lunch.”

“Name?”

“Calabresi.”

She glanced at the reservation booklet, back up to me.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, I have your table waiting,” she expressed, walking me and Cassandra over.

I was taken aback by her weird behavior, but I shook it off, sauntering through the back, near the restricted area. She opened the door. My smile dropped the moment I noticed Angelina sitting at the table.

“Who is she?” Cassandra cocked her head to Angelina's table.

“Vincenzo’s old assistant.”

“His girlfriend,” Angelina teased.