that Nick was cheating, she and Tanisha had followed him one night. Driving a borrowed car and wearing ridiculous disguises, they’d giggled like children as they maintained what they’d deemed to be an appropriate distance behind Nick’s vehicle. At first it seemed like a game, but it quickly turned into a painful reality as they discovered the rumor was true. Shaking off the unpleasant memories, Cassandra checked her watch. It had been twenty-five minutes. She didn’t know how much longer she was willing to wait or whether she’d see him, but she had a plan in mind if she did.
After another forty minutes, she’d begun to think her plan was foolish when the front door of the building opened and he emerged. Scrutinizing his appearance this time, she was somewhat annoyed to find him good looking. He had on the same leather jacket, this time with a light blue polo shirt underneath. He wore jeans and running shoes. His hair looked like it might have been blond when he was a child. Now it was light brown with highlights she suspected were natural.
She watched him walk around to the driver’s side of a shiny, black Honda parked in front. Recalling the older vehicle she’d seen him driving previously, Cassandra was surprised. Hmm, she mused. Did he get a new car? Her mind had barely formed the question when the answer became apparent. Oh my God! I wonder if that’s Aunt Sophia’s new car? It seemed like a logical explanation, and it evoked more questions. Why is he driving it without her? Does she let him keep the keys? Does she trust him that much? Although Cassandra had no solid evidence, she was sure he was the same young man her aunt had hired—sure, too, that he was taking advantage of her trusting old aunt by driving her car for his own use.
She had the cab driver follow him without being obvious. After several turns, he pulled into the parking lot of a grocery store. Cassandra waited until he entered the store, then she got out of the cab, instructing the driver to wait. As she walked by the black car, she jotted down the license number. So far, so good, she congratulated herself. Now I need to make it look like a coincidence, running into him here .
Having been awake half the night rehearsing, she’d thought she was prepared. Yet her nervousness heightened as she picked up a grocery basket, tossed a few items into it, and began to look for him. She found him in the frozen dessert section, took a deep breath, and began walking toward him, pretending to shop.
JACE STOOD looking at the selection of frozen berries. Sophie had been specific about the kind she wanted, but he couldn’t seem to find them.
She had stopped by his place that morning, asking if he’d mind picking up a couple of items from the grocery store. He’d jumped at the chance to drive the new car. However, he wondered whether the novelty would wear off, whether running errands for her would become a drag. He hoped not. They hadn’t talked about his pay, but he was quite sure she’d compensate him fairly. If not, he’d tell her he was too busy to continue and chalk it up to experience.
This is the brand she mentioned, he recalled as he examined a package. But this one has strawberries and blueberries, and this one… Jace picked up another package. This one says bumbleberries . He frowned. What the hell are bumbleberries? I wish I had Sophie’s phone number. He made a mental note to ask her for it when he got back.
His thoughts were disrupted when someone opened the freezer next to him. A woman smiled politely and reached for a frozen cake from the shelf. Jace nearly gasped. It was the same woman he’d met at his apartment the previous weekend, the one he’d dreamed about. She had the same flawless complexion, the same golden blond hair. Only this time she wasn’t dressed to the nines; she had on jeans and a sweater. Maybe the rich bitch has a look-alike, Jace thought, truly hoping it was a different woman. He didn’t want a repeat
After another forty minutes, she’d begun to think her plan was foolish when the front door of the building opened and he emerged. Scrutinizing his appearance this time, she was somewhat annoyed to find him good looking. He had on the same leather jacket, this time with a light blue polo shirt underneath. He wore jeans and running shoes. His hair looked like it might have been blond when he was a child. Now it was light brown with highlights she suspected were natural.
She watched him walk around to the driver’s side of a shiny, black Honda parked in front. Recalling the older vehicle she’d seen him driving previously, Cassandra was surprised. Hmm, she mused. Did he get a new car? Her mind had barely formed the question when the answer became apparent. Oh my God! I wonder if that’s Aunt Sophia’s new car? It seemed like a logical explanation, and it evoked more questions. Why is he driving it without her? Does she let him keep the keys? Does she trust him that much? Although Cassandra had no solid evidence, she was sure he was the same young man her aunt had hired—sure, too, that he was taking advantage of her trusting old aunt by driving her car for his own use.
She had the cab driver follow him without being obvious. After several turns, he pulled into the parking lot of a grocery store. Cassandra waited until he entered the store, then she got out of the cab, instructing the driver to wait. As she walked by the black car, she jotted down the license number. So far, so good, she congratulated herself. Now I need to make it look like a coincidence, running into him here .
Having been awake half the night rehearsing, she’d thought she was prepared. Yet her nervousness heightened as she picked up a grocery basket, tossed a few items into it, and began to look for him. She found him in the frozen dessert section, took a deep breath, and began walking toward him, pretending to shop.
JACE STOOD looking at the selection of frozen berries. Sophie had been specific about the kind she wanted, but he couldn’t seem to find them.
She had stopped by his place that morning, asking if he’d mind picking up a couple of items from the grocery store. He’d jumped at the chance to drive the new car. However, he wondered whether the novelty would wear off, whether running errands for her would become a drag. He hoped not. They hadn’t talked about his pay, but he was quite sure she’d compensate him fairly. If not, he’d tell her he was too busy to continue and chalk it up to experience.
This is the brand she mentioned, he recalled as he examined a package. But this one has strawberries and blueberries, and this one… Jace picked up another package. This one says bumbleberries . He frowned. What the hell are bumbleberries? I wish I had Sophie’s phone number. He made a mental note to ask her for it when he got back.
His thoughts were disrupted when someone opened the freezer next to him. A woman smiled politely and reached for a frozen cake from the shelf. Jace nearly gasped. It was the same woman he’d met at his apartment the previous weekend, the one he’d dreamed about. She had the same flawless complexion, the same golden blond hair. Only this time she wasn’t dressed to the nines; she had on jeans and a sweater. Maybe the rich bitch has a look-alike, Jace thought, truly hoping it was a different woman. He didn’t want a repeat
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