The Secret Billionaire Heiress Strikes Back
Chapter 194
And for one brief, promising moment, it looked like the story was actually going to happen. R took a breath, the specific gathering breath of someone about to deliver something they'd been carrying all day, and opened his mouth—
The phone rang.
Not Dante's cell, the landline, an old habit neither of them had ever bothered discontinuing, mounted on the kitchen wall and rarely used for anything beyond spam calls and, occasionally, the school's automated attendance system. Dante glanced at the caller ID, frowned at a number he didn't recognize, and answered it out of the specific caution that came from currently being a man who couldn't afford to ignore unknown numbers.