269 Don’t Call Winona

(Cass)

Gabriel’s outside on the balcony, pacing back and forth on another phone call, probably arguing with someone about business. He’s been on edge ever since dinner last night, and I’m starting to feel the strain.

There a knock on the suite door. Maybe Gabriel ordered room service. I open it to see Gus standing there.

“Gus,” I say, surprised to see him. “What’s up?”

“I’m heading back to the U.S. soon,” he says. “I have some urgent business to take care of. Just wanted to check in on you before I left.”

I raise an eyebrow. Why’s he suddenly acting all protective? This smells of Winona sending him to check up on me. Honestly, they think I’m ten years old.

“I’m fine,” I say, forcing a smile. “Gabriel and I are heading back on Friday. I’ll be there for Winona’s hen’s night.”

Gus nods. “Alright,” he says slowly. “But if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me.”

“I know Winona sent you, so you can tell her I’m just fine.”

“Take this anyway.” He hands me a small card with his number