folded her arms over her breasts. Her treacherous nipples were erect and already begging for his touch. Cassie hated the lack of control over her own body.
“Fine. Molly is dad’s second wife. My mum died giving birth to Trent .”
“How awful,” she said and glanced down at the lawn.
“Yeah. Dad’s convinced the Sinclair men can only love one woman. My mum was his one woman,” Blaze said.
Cassie watched the couple. She saw the pain on the older woman’s face. It hurt to see even from a distance.
“Why did he marry her then?”
“What?”
She rolled her eyes. “Why did your father marry a woman he knew he’d never be able to love?”
Blaze turned and stared at the arguing couple. “I don’t know.”
“I feel sorry for her.”
“You feel sorry for Molly? Please, she got a family and this wonderful house and sons. Not to mention everything else,” he said.
Cassie shook her head and picked up her breakfast plate and cup. “I imagine she didn’t want any of those things without love.” She stormed off into the kitchen, suddenly feeling really angry.
She placed the plate and cup into the sink and turned around. Blaze stood close, trapping her against the edge of the sink and his hard body.
“Get away from me,” she said.
“What’s the problem now?”
“You. You’re my problem. And your lack of sympathy and feeling.” She shoved him back and walked past him.
“What about our plans?” he asked.
“I never agreed to your plans. Look, maybe this whole company thing was a mistake. I think you need to look at your parents and see the future for yourself.”
“We don’t have anything to do with my parents, Cassie. What about coming with me and my son to the fair?”
Cassie paused with her hand on the doorframe. She turned back and stared into the eyes she’d spent so long dreaming about. The way he had looked at her with such intense emotion as he plunged inside her body and the passion that had burned between them had overridden any of her common sense.
“I’d love to go, but I made plans today. I’m sorry.”
She picked up her purse and coat and walked out of the door.
****
“So how come you’re spending time with the Sinclairs?” Erica asked as she came out of a dressing room. After they’d walked for a few hours, they decided to cool off from the summer heat in one of the more luxurious shopping malls.
Cassie hadn’t been able to find anything in her size, but Erica was a little smaller than she. The other woman came out of the room wearing a beautiful figure-hugging strapless red dress.
“Wow, you look gorgeous,” Cassie said.
Erica did a few twirls in front of mirror and shook her head. “I look stupid. I mean, I’m a working girl. Where the hell am I going to wear something this classy?”
“You could always buy it, and when you’re feeling down in the dumps put the dress on to make you feel better?” Cassie said on a laugh.
Both women sobered up when two rather thin looking women passed them and let out a giggle. Cassie knew a blush stained her cheeks.
“I hate girls like that,” Erica growled and charged back into the changing room. “That’s it. We’re going someplace else. A place where women can have rolls of fat and a wobble underneath their arms and not care. I’m tired of being ridiculed by women who eat nothing but a celery stick while I love a piece of fried chicken.”
Cassie laughed. She understood the other woman’s problems. Even though she’d dropped a dress size in the last three years, it didn’t stop the sniggers from other women.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten my question either,” Erica said.
Cassie stopped laughing and waited until her friend was dressed. They exited the shop and moved to a part of the mall with clothes for real women.
“Spill then,” Erica asked again.
Cassie pulled a skirt off the rail and placed it up to get a good look at it. She tried to avoid white when she could, but the length of skirt
“Fine. Molly is dad’s second wife. My mum died giving birth to Trent .”
“How awful,” she said and glanced down at the lawn.
“Yeah. Dad’s convinced the Sinclair men can only love one woman. My mum was his one woman,” Blaze said.
Cassie watched the couple. She saw the pain on the older woman’s face. It hurt to see even from a distance.
“Why did he marry her then?”
“What?”
She rolled her eyes. “Why did your father marry a woman he knew he’d never be able to love?”
Blaze turned and stared at the arguing couple. “I don’t know.”
“I feel sorry for her.”
“You feel sorry for Molly? Please, she got a family and this wonderful house and sons. Not to mention everything else,” he said.
Cassie shook her head and picked up her breakfast plate and cup. “I imagine she didn’t want any of those things without love.” She stormed off into the kitchen, suddenly feeling really angry.
She placed the plate and cup into the sink and turned around. Blaze stood close, trapping her against the edge of the sink and his hard body.
“Get away from me,” she said.
“What’s the problem now?”
“You. You’re my problem. And your lack of sympathy and feeling.” She shoved him back and walked past him.
“What about our plans?” he asked.
“I never agreed to your plans. Look, maybe this whole company thing was a mistake. I think you need to look at your parents and see the future for yourself.”
“We don’t have anything to do with my parents, Cassie. What about coming with me and my son to the fair?”
Cassie paused with her hand on the doorframe. She turned back and stared into the eyes she’d spent so long dreaming about. The way he had looked at her with such intense emotion as he plunged inside her body and the passion that had burned between them had overridden any of her common sense.
“I’d love to go, but I made plans today. I’m sorry.”
She picked up her purse and coat and walked out of the door.
****
“So how come you’re spending time with the Sinclairs?” Erica asked as she came out of a dressing room. After they’d walked for a few hours, they decided to cool off from the summer heat in one of the more luxurious shopping malls.
Cassie hadn’t been able to find anything in her size, but Erica was a little smaller than she. The other woman came out of the room wearing a beautiful figure-hugging strapless red dress.
“Wow, you look gorgeous,” Cassie said.
Erica did a few twirls in front of mirror and shook her head. “I look stupid. I mean, I’m a working girl. Where the hell am I going to wear something this classy?”
“You could always buy it, and when you’re feeling down in the dumps put the dress on to make you feel better?” Cassie said on a laugh.
Both women sobered up when two rather thin looking women passed them and let out a giggle. Cassie knew a blush stained her cheeks.
“I hate girls like that,” Erica growled and charged back into the changing room. “That’s it. We’re going someplace else. A place where women can have rolls of fat and a wobble underneath their arms and not care. I’m tired of being ridiculed by women who eat nothing but a celery stick while I love a piece of fried chicken.”
Cassie laughed. She understood the other woman’s problems. Even though she’d dropped a dress size in the last three years, it didn’t stop the sniggers from other women.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten my question either,” Erica said.
Cassie stopped laughing and waited until her friend was dressed. They exited the shop and moved to a part of the mall with clothes for real women.
“Spill then,” Erica asked again.
Cassie pulled a skirt off the rail and placed it up to get a good look at it. She tried to avoid white when she could, but the length of skirt
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