Then she’d see he wasn’t just looking for a quick lay; he was looking for forever.
With her.
Cassidy spent all Thursday thinking about Trick. It wasn’t just that she’d been replaying the most incredible sex of her life in her head from the moment she’d left him in the tavern parking lot the night before, it was that he’d freaking shown up at the coffee shop! He looked entirely too good in jeans and a polo when he’d walked into the coffee shop.
He hadn’t acted weird or pushy, he hadn’t demanded she talk to him.
He hadn’t asked for more than she could give him while she’d been working.
He’d stood there, every lickable inch of him, and said he wanted to see her again and that he hadn’t been scared away by what happened.
And then he freaking left.
Holy crap a guy should not smell so good.
Like midnight and warm sheets.
She was more unnerved by how sweet he was than if he’d simply vanished. Because if he’d just left her and not sought her out, she knew what to do with that. But the simple earnestness of his appearance that morning had filled her with doubts.
Was she wrong? Should she have stayed?
Was what happened between them some kind of destiny and not a too-quick tumble in the sheets that would only lead to heartbreak?
As she locked up the coffee shop and said goodbye to her boss, she walked down the sidewalk and turned toward home, her mind spinning with a lot of what-ifs.
She changed out of her uniform and got into her car, placing her purse and a bagged pastry on the seat. But she didn’t leave immediately. She thought about where she was going.
To see her sister Lauren and her niece Lucy. Instead of going to see Trick. Or even Juliette, who’d sent a few messages asking if she was okay.
And she was. Physically. If not still a little tingly from Trick’s talented fingers andotherparts. But she wasn’t even remotely okay emotionally, and she wasn’t sure how to deal with it. Talking to her bestie who was madly in love with a wolf after two weeks was probably not going to get her the right perspective on her current situation, so she put the car into gear and continued with her plans for the night.
Her sister Lauren was divorced, and it had been anything but amicable. They shared custody of Lucy, the sweetest eight-year-old in the world.
She parked in front of their little house and found Lucy using chalk to make pictures on the driveway.
“Aunt Cass! Look!”
“Hey, kiddo. What a great job you’re doing! Is that a dinosaur?”
“It’s a dragon! One of the girls in my class said there are dragons in King Lake! Did you know that? They fly!” She flapped her arms like she could lift off the ground, grinning with chalk-smudged cheeks.
“I did know about the dragons across the river, but I’ve never seen one. It would be pretty neat to fly.”
“I’d fly to the moon.”
“I don’t think there’s oxygen there.”
Lucy shrugged, unbothered by that scientific fact, then her gaze landed on the paper sack. “Is that for me?”
“It’s cake pops for my favorite girl. How about a hug first, though?”
Lucy stood up and hugged her, then took the bag. “Oh, I love the cake pops, thank you!”
“You’re welcome.”
She left Lucy eating one of the confetti cake pops she’d bought from the coffee shop’s bakery case that day and went inside.
Lauren was in the kitchen cleaning the dinner dishes.
