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was in her court. But then again she had been friends with Michelle since college and wasn’t surprised by her flightiness.
    “She trusts you for some reason.”
    “Bitch.” Kassie laughed, “Whatever, listen I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
    “I’ll call you tomorrow after my meeting.”
    “Alright, night.”
    *****
    By three in the morning, she was climbing the stairs to her room. Her mind played over all that she had to do in the coming weeks and months. Kassie was used to having a full plate though. There were times when she would be working on four to five projects at a time. She enjoyed her job too much to stop.
    Kassie took a long, hot shower and slipped into a t-shirt and panties. It was unseasonably chilly tonight so she threw a blanket over her bed. She turned on her television, happy to find some old Brit-Com’s playing. She slipped into bed, turned on her side, and watched for about ten minutes before closing her eyes and falling asleep. She dreamed of Tim and a very steamy shower.
    *****
    Tim stared at the ceiling in the darkness of his room; Griffin was snoring at the foot of the bed. Tim couldn’t stop his mind from thinking of her in that clingy robe yesterday morning. He wanted to see that at his kitchen table, taste a coffee flavored morning kiss that made his damn toes curl. Instead he was relegated to pleasantries over the fence. He turned on his side and punched his pillow, angry with himself for being such a punk. Tim had never been the kind of guy who was nervous around women, but Kassie made him flustered. He wondered if it was the frustration, his growing attraction to her, or the fact that she had rejected him, that made him want her so much.
    “Tim.”  His name floated through the window in a soft, seductive moan that made him sit up straight in his bed. He looked over, realizing it was coming from Kassie’s house. He got out of bed, creeping to the window and suddenly stopped short. ‘Why the hell am I tip toeing?’
    He stood by the window, peering across to her house. She tended to sleep with hers open, even in the winter sometimes, another plus in his opinion.  He also slept with his bedroom windows open and a few times he had heard soft mumbling coming from her room but never this loud . . . and never moaning his name! Shamelessly he listened, rubbing his hands together; a smile curling his lips like the Grinch.
    “Tim!”   She said again, this time louder and longer than before. The grin curled up even more if possible as he realized that whatever she was doing over there was because of him. His chest puffed out like a rooster as he turned and strutted back to bed. He wasn’t the only person having feelings in this whole situation.
    *~*~*~*

Chapter 8
    Weeks had passed since that night of not-so-great sex with Nick and Kassie found herself over him and it. The break up had disappointed, but not broken her as she had worried.  Nick had called a lot the first week, almost as if he realized he screwed up and was trying to plug up the dam. But she stood firm and he soon realized that there would be no round two. He hadn’t really called a lot lately and two days ago his social media pages all went from divorced to married again. Kassie truly hoped that he and his wife could work it out. Not for his daughter’s sake . . . the little brat! But for all of their sakes, as a family.
    *****
    Tim was fighting over a tennis shoe with Griffin on his front lawn when an expensive looking black car rolled down the street and parked in front of Kassie’s house. Trying to look dignified, pulling the shoe from the dog’s mouth while simultaneously kicking at him and missing, Tim watched as a guy stepped out. He was dressed in jeans and a tight fitting tee shirt and had to be no older than thirty years old. He was tall, muscled and very handsome. The man walked up to Kassie’s door and rang the bell, seconds later the door opened and he strolled inside.
    Before she even closed the door,