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roof. Saying it felt right…meaning it, even better.
Driving away, she scanned the rearview mirror for one last glimpse of him. As usual, he stood out in the crowd.
Like every other morning, traffic was horrible. Cassie focused on the bumper in front of her, but her thoughts drifted to the huge changes occurring in her life. If Evan ever felt the same apprehension, he never showed it. A mental image of her cowboy flashed through her mind, and she almost missed her exit. As she pulled into the parking garage, she realized she barely remembered the trip and wondered how she arrived safely.
* * *
At her desk, Cassie still pondered the mutual decisions she and Evan had made. Running a business together was a big gamble, but all doubts vanished when she reflected on the desire she saw in his eyes each time he looked at her. Far too much time had passed since she experienced such warmth and passion. Life with him made taking the risk worthwhile; after all she had nothing to lose but her heart. Evan was giving up his home and business for her, and for the first time in a long while, she felt special.
"Ms. Fremont," her secretary peeked around the door, interrupting Cassie's thoughts. "Don't forget you have a meeting in five minutes."
* * *
After a very long day at work, much of it spent thinking of Evan, Cassie walked in the back door and kicked off her shoes. The boring meeting agenda prepared by her boss took a backseat to more pleasant thoughts, although she did bite her lip a few times to keep from offering an opinion. Takeda didn't value her input, so she refrained from speaking out. Her new job stance—go to work, do as little as possible, and collect a paycheck—proved harder than she expected. She longed to be an integral part of the company again.
Cassie started to call out for her mother, but remembered she'd gone to spend a few weeks with her brother in Arizona. "Great," the word echoed in the silence as she climbed the stairs to change into something more comfy.
The bedroom still smelled of Evan's cologne. She inhaled the sweet aroma and wrapped herself in the memory of his recent embrace. Where was he? How long before he came back? The house seemed even bigger and emptier.
After changing into sweats, she ran a brush through her hair, and then headed to the kitchen for a quick meal. She removed a meatloaf entrée from the box and popped it into the microwave. Her attention turned to the post-it notes littering the front of the refrigerator—things she needed to do but couldn't find time. Nothing seemed pressing at the moment except her growling stomach. The buzzer signaling her dinner ready sounded at the same time the phone rang.
Cassie removed her meatloaf while stretching for the wall phone. "Hello."
"Cassie, this is Alaine."
"No surprise there," Cassie chuckled. "I think I know your voice by now."
"Frank and I need to talk to you." Her sister's voice held no levity. "Can you come over to the house?"
"Tonight? I just got home, and I'm about to eat my delicious micro dinner. What's so important we have to meet in person?"
"We have some things we think you should see."
"What kind of things." Cassie's curiosity piqued.
"I don't really want to go into this over the telephone."
"Oh," Cassie signed. "All right, I'll be there in a little while."
Her mind whirred. What kind of things needed her urgent attention?"
At the niggling of her stomach's reminder, she gulped down the small slab of meat and the scant serving of mashed potatoes. Surely what her siblings had to discuss could wait until she ate.
She glanced down at her attire and considered changing. "What the heck, it's only family." Family with an agenda, she thought. Perhaps a suit of armor was called for.
As she left, purse and car keys in hand, a niggling fear lingered in the back of her mind. Why did she feel so sure this all had something to do with Evan?
* * *
At Alaine's front door, Cassie mentally prepared
Driving away, she scanned the rearview mirror for one last glimpse of him. As usual, he stood out in the crowd.
Like every other morning, traffic was horrible. Cassie focused on the bumper in front of her, but her thoughts drifted to the huge changes occurring in her life. If Evan ever felt the same apprehension, he never showed it. A mental image of her cowboy flashed through her mind, and she almost missed her exit. As she pulled into the parking garage, she realized she barely remembered the trip and wondered how she arrived safely.
* * *
At her desk, Cassie still pondered the mutual decisions she and Evan had made. Running a business together was a big gamble, but all doubts vanished when she reflected on the desire she saw in his eyes each time he looked at her. Far too much time had passed since she experienced such warmth and passion. Life with him made taking the risk worthwhile; after all she had nothing to lose but her heart. Evan was giving up his home and business for her, and for the first time in a long while, she felt special.
"Ms. Fremont," her secretary peeked around the door, interrupting Cassie's thoughts. "Don't forget you have a meeting in five minutes."
* * *
After a very long day at work, much of it spent thinking of Evan, Cassie walked in the back door and kicked off her shoes. The boring meeting agenda prepared by her boss took a backseat to more pleasant thoughts, although she did bite her lip a few times to keep from offering an opinion. Takeda didn't value her input, so she refrained from speaking out. Her new job stance—go to work, do as little as possible, and collect a paycheck—proved harder than she expected. She longed to be an integral part of the company again.
Cassie started to call out for her mother, but remembered she'd gone to spend a few weeks with her brother in Arizona. "Great," the word echoed in the silence as she climbed the stairs to change into something more comfy.
The bedroom still smelled of Evan's cologne. She inhaled the sweet aroma and wrapped herself in the memory of his recent embrace. Where was he? How long before he came back? The house seemed even bigger and emptier.
After changing into sweats, she ran a brush through her hair, and then headed to the kitchen for a quick meal. She removed a meatloaf entrée from the box and popped it into the microwave. Her attention turned to the post-it notes littering the front of the refrigerator—things she needed to do but couldn't find time. Nothing seemed pressing at the moment except her growling stomach. The buzzer signaling her dinner ready sounded at the same time the phone rang.
Cassie removed her meatloaf while stretching for the wall phone. "Hello."
"Cassie, this is Alaine."
"No surprise there," Cassie chuckled. "I think I know your voice by now."
"Frank and I need to talk to you." Her sister's voice held no levity. "Can you come over to the house?"
"Tonight? I just got home, and I'm about to eat my delicious micro dinner. What's so important we have to meet in person?"
"We have some things we think you should see."
"What kind of things." Cassie's curiosity piqued.
"I don't really want to go into this over the telephone."
"Oh," Cassie signed. "All right, I'll be there in a little while."
Her mind whirred. What kind of things needed her urgent attention?"
At the niggling of her stomach's reminder, she gulped down the small slab of meat and the scant serving of mashed potatoes. Surely what her siblings had to discuss could wait until she ate.
She glanced down at her attire and considered changing. "What the heck, it's only family." Family with an agenda, she thought. Perhaps a suit of armor was called for.
As she left, purse and car keys in hand, a niggling fear lingered in the back of her mind. Why did she feel so sure this all had something to do with Evan?
* * *
At Alaine's front door, Cassie mentally prepared
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