Dante’s POV.
I’m stunned for a moment, then blink out of it. I reach for my water glass and take a sip. My mouth has gone dry. Mom watches me, like she can see into my heart and soul. Her elbows are on the table, her chin resting on the back of her clasped hands with her head tilted to the side. Oh yeah, she is doing her Jedi mind thing.
“There is nothing to tell. She is in LA running from someone and something she did to keep herself safe. She is staying at my place until I have dealt with the threat.” I give her the watered-down version, and my mom just watches me. She doesn’t say anything, doesn’t call me out, not yet at least.
“Hmm. So in other words, you went all. Me Tarzan, you Jane. On her, correct?” Damnit.
“I didn’t go like that at all. I simply …”
“Broke into her apartment t
