Page 105 of Mr. B

Cassandra cocked her head. “For Bailey to be your stepdaughter, we’d…what are you saying?”

“Isn’t that where this is heading?”

“Um…maybe.” The car behind them honked, and she saw the green light. “Weston?”

“Drive. You’re holding people up, and we’re going to be late.”

Chapter twenty-six

“We have a bit of a problem.”

Polly looked relieved when Wes and Cassandra walked into the office. “I was getting worried. I was about to call you.”

“Everything is fine, Polly. Just overslept.”

Cassandra excused herself and went to her office as Wes picked up two slices of banana nut bread. “Mrs. Tolliver?”

“Mrs. Beacon.” Polly glanced toward Cassandra’s closed office door. “Are these ladies about to be very disappointed?”

“Polly, the reason Cassandra and I have been arriving together is that she’s been driving me in. I’ll be back behind the wheel next week.”

“Of course.” She handed him several pink phone message slips. “Mr. Morrow has called three times.”

Wes tucked the slips into his pocket and poured coffee into his mug. He set the slices of banana nut bread on top, then headed to his office. “I’ll give him a call.”

Wes closed his door, then sat at the desk. “What do you want first thing in the morning, Stu?” He drank some coffee, then took a bite of the banana nut bread. When the door opened and Cassandra peeked in, he smiled. “Miss me already?”

She came through the door and closed it. “I wanted to explain my reaction.”

“To…”

“You know what to.”

“Have a seat.”

She sat down. “I, ah…”

“I know we just got back into this. I didn’t mean to freak you out. It’s just where my head is. I don’t want to run off and get married. I just feel like that’s the eventual outcome. And I was joking about Luke and Bailey.”

“It didn’t freak me out. The fact that it didn’t freaks me out a little bit, though.”

“We’ll carry on, and when it happens, it happens.”

“When, not if?”

“No if. Only when.”

“You’re a lot more confident than you were back then.”

“Seems like that happens when you’re damn near forty.”

“Three years. Don’t be in such a rush to get there.”

“I’m not in a rush. It’s just inevitable.” He took the pink slips out of his pocket and laid them on the desk.

“I should let you get to work.”

“Will we need Polly to order us lunch again?”