Silvia sat and stewed in half dread, half relief long after Angelo left for his room, building up the courage to call Asher to make her request.
She blew out a breath and dialed him up, deciding to just go with honesty.
"Silvia?" Asher's questioning voice rang out after the call connected. "Did you find more information?"
"Not quite," she started sheepishly. I have a bit of a favor to ask you."
Asher went quiet but Silvia could sense that he was expectant and cautious, not pissed off.
It was late in the afternoon and short notice but even if dinner couldn't work tonight, then maybe the next day.
"I told Angelo you invited me to dinner," She confessed, "I really hate to impose but... could you?"
Asher broke his silence with a chuckle, putting some pieces together. "He doesn't know?"
"Yes," Silvia admitted, she had no choice but to tell Asher, or the secret she had tried so hard to keep could be casually discussed at the dinner table.
