He checked his phone for the twentieth time in the last few minutes, wishing Dana would reply to his text. He’d let her know he wouldn’t be home for a while, possibly all night, but not the details of why. She would know that it had to do with his escorted visit to Ojacarcu, but that wouldn’t make her any less upset. They’d planned to spend the entire day together being lazy and lounging around. Connor’s mind was in the midst of a panic, desperate to find a way to break the news of his new job to her without it destroying everything he’d rebuilt in the last month. Dana had finally overcome her fear that Ojacarcu would send one of his thugs to collect her, and they’d been smart about spending time together, usually at her place, just to avoid being seen by anyone who might get word back to the boss, Dracul, or any of the other suits. Connor’s friendship with Petre and Vadim was strained by his unwillingness to trust either of them with any important details about his life.
