Cassandra’s POVCameron approached our table. I could see the surprise on his face. Clearly, he hadn’t expected to see me and Dillon here, alone together, having an intimate dinner.“Well, what do we have here?” Cameron asked, eying the open bottle of champagne on the table. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think this was a date.”He raised his eyebrows at us, a smirk on his face.“Hardly,” Dillon said quickly. “This is a business dinner.”“Hm,” Cameron teased. “A business dinner with champagne?”“Cassandra and I were just discussing the details of a business collaboration,” Dillon smiled.I realized in that moment that we hadn’t discussed business at all. On the contrary, our conversation had actually taken a really intimate turn.“Must be quite the discussion,” Cameron said, gesturing to the multiple plates of food on the table. He reached over and snatched a piece of bread right off my plate.“You know, Cameron, I’m a little upset with you,” I replied haughtily. I wanted to steer the c
Cassandra’s POV“I have to go to the hospital,” I told Dillon. “It’s Jordyn’s grandfather. Something’s wrong.”I stood up and pushed back my chair, grabbing frantically for my purse.Despite whatever was going on between me and Dillon, I adored Stanley. My heart raced.“I’ll drive you,” Dillon said without missing a beat.We hurried outside and rushed to the hospital.“I’ll wait here,” Dillon said, squeezing my hand. “Good luck.”I nodded thankfully and then ran into the hospital. I found Jordyn and Velma standing outside a surgery room. Jordyn looked disheveled and Velma was pacing.“Jorydn,” I said, hurrying towards him.Velma saw me, stopped, and shot me a disdainful look.“What are YOU doing here?” she scoffed snidely. “This is a FAMILY matter.”“Mother,” Jordyn snapped at Velma. “This is a hospital. I won’t tolerate your snide remarks. Not here.”Velma shut her mouth, but she glared at me. I ignored her hostility, choosing instead to focus on the real issue – Stanley.“How is he?
Cassandra’s POVWe all bolted onto our feet. The surgeon approached us as he removed his plastic gloves. We waited expectantly, fearing the worst. Jordyn took my hand and held it so hard, I thought he would crush my knuckles. “He’s stabilized,” the surgeon said.Jordyn let out a long breath. He released his grip on my hand.“Really?” Jordyn asked, relief in his voice.I was relieved too. I’d been so worried that the surgeon was going to come and tell us that Stanley hadn’t made it.I couldn’t even bear the thought of it.“Yes,” the surgeon confirmed, nodding his head. His tone was dry and factual. “He’s out of the woods, so to speak. His life is no longer in danger.”“Thank God,” Jordyn said.“Not God,” the surgeon quipped. “You have modern medicine to thank for this one.”“Yes, of course,” Jordyn said absently. I couldn’t tell if the surgeon was joking or not. His face remained serious.“Fortunately, the myocarditis hadn’t progressed to the point where he needed a heart transplant.
Cassandra’s POV“What?”He repeated himself with the same, calm voice.“I don’t want a divorce.”I was speechless!Speechless and angry! Where was this coming from? Who did he think he was? What did he mean ‘he didn’t want a divorce?’I stared at him, bewildered, unable to mutter even a single syllable.“I believe we can save our marriage,” he continued. But I held up my hand to stop him.I didn’t want to hear this. I didn’t want to hear ANY of this.“Jordyn,” I said, regaining my composure. I gently placed Stanley’s hand down on his blanket and stood up, to face Jordyn. “I can’t believe what I’m hearing.”“Please listen to me,” Jordyn pleaded. “I can explain. I can…”“Stop,” I shook my head. He did. He furrowed his brows and swallowed hard. Then he waited for me to continue. My mind was reeling. I didn’t even know where to start.“It’s not…it’s not that simple,” I said. “You neglected me for years. Do you know how many nights I sat alone, waiting for you to come home? Craving your aff
Cassandra’s POVI called Stella first thing the next morning and explained the situation. I wanted to go back to the hospital to visit Stanley, but I wasn’t sure how she’d react. She thought Jordyn was a total asshole so I didn’t think she’d be overly sympathetic.To my surprise, however, she was.“Of course, Cass. Don’t worry about anything. I’ve got it covered. I’ll look after things here at the company while you visit Stanley,” Stella told me.“Really?” I asked, unable to hide the shock in my voice.“Yes,” she laughed. “I’m not a cold-hearted bitch! I know you care about Stanley. I hope he recovers soon. Just check in with me, okay?”I agreed and hung up, a little flummoxed by her support. Clearly she understood that this was about Stanely, NOT Jordyn.A little while later, I pulled into the hospital parking lot and was surprised to see Ellie. She was just getting out of her car and she hadn’t seen me.“Really?” I scoffed to myself. It was hard not to get riled up when I saw her.
Cassandra’s POV“He’s awake!” I gasped, rushing to his side. “Stanley, can you hear me?” I gently took his hand. He squinted under the bright light, waiting for his eyes to adjust. For a moment, he looked confused. Then realization dawned on him.“Cassandra?” he asked, turning his head towards me and smiling weakly. “What are you doing here, dear? There’s no need to fuss over me.”I squeezed his hand. I was so relieved to hear his voice. For a moment last night, I thought I’d never hear it again. He still looked very weak and he was hooked up to an IV, but he was awake and alert.“Nonsense,” I smiled at him. “Of course I’m here. How are you? Are you in pain? What do you need? More pillows? Water?”“Slow down,” he chuckled. “Always the caregiver, that one,” he pointed at me and winked at Persa.“I just want to make sure you’re comfortable,” I told him. That’s why I was there, after all. To take care of him. “I’m perfectly fine, Cassandra. In fact, seeing your beautiful face is medicin
Cassandra’s POV“I meant my boss, obviously, any problem?” I said quickly, feigning innocence. I whispered a prayer that he’d buy it. How could I have been so stupid? I was overtired and careless.He nodded quickly. “Well, please let me know as soon as you hear anything,” he said. Apparently, he didn't take my words seriously.Phew. I dodged a bullet and managed to circumvent any suspicion.I told Jordyn I had to go but that I’d check back in with Stanley later. I went straight to the studio and sat down in Stella’s office.“How’s Stanley?” she asked. I sighed deeply.“He’s recovering,” I told her. “But I don’t know, Stell. It’s strange. He was perfectly healthy and then bam, he just developed this heart condition. The doctor’s looking into it. Running more tests. That sort of thing.”“Well,” she said, resting back in her chair. “I’m glad to hear he’s doing okay. Hopefully, you’ll have more information soon.”I nodded.“And Jordyn?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.“I saw him just befo
Cassandra’s POVThe next day, I pulled up to the café to meet with Dillon. I was a bit nervous as I walked through the door. I didn’t know why I was nervous. Was it because I had to tell him we wouldn’t be moving forward with the collaboration?Or was it something else?I did my best to shrug it off. This was a business meeting, after all.Dillon had chosen the café. He said it was one of his favorite places, and raved on and on about pastries or scones or something. Originally, I’d wanted to meet in his office, since that felt far more ‘business-like’, but he’d persuaded me.He was already there, seated in the corner of the small café. He was wearing a crisp white shirt, rolled up at the elbows with a couple of the top buttons undone. He looked casual and comfortable, like usual. He saw me and waved, a huge smile breaking out onto his face.I went over and he motioned to three coffees on the table.“I took the liberty of ordering a coffee for you,” he said. “But I didn’t kno
Cassandra’s POVI placed my hand in Dillon’s and he led me onto the dance floor, just as the song switched to a slow song.“Well, look at that,” he smiled, acknowledging that the music had changed. “It appears fate is on our side tonight.”I nodded and he placed his arm on the small of my back. I went to wrap my arms around his neck, like I always did when I slow dance, but he stopped me.“No, here, Cassandra,” he said, holding up one of his hands. “Put your hand on my shoulder, like this. And then put your other hand in mine.”It was a waltz position. I knew it from my cotillion, when I’d ‘come out’ to society as a young woman. It was a time-honored tradition, and my mother had made me do it. It was a silly ritual, where young women wear fancy dresses and are ‘announced’ in front of a large crowd of super wealthy people also wearing fancy clothes. I’d rolled my eyes at the whole thing, but part of the process had been learning how to waltz. So I knew the position Dillon and I were tak
Cassandra’s POVThe afternoon flew by, as did the early evening. We all just sort of hung out together on the beach, resting and relaxing. We’d had a really busy past couple of days, and we all needed the downtime.The resort was hosting a big beach dance that night, complete with bonfire, so we had a quick dinner together, then went back to our bungalows to shower off and get changed.Two hours later, we were sitting at a table right on the beach. The resort had gone all out, and there was a massive bonfire burning beside us, the flames licking the night air. Stella and I had been given another lai when we arrived, as well as flower wreaths for our hair. The dance featured entertainment before the actual dance started, and we all watched the Polynesian entertainers in complete awe. Some of them twirled fire sticks, while some danced. Others drummed, a steady, rhythmic sound that became almost hypnotic.We sipped our drinks, but I couldn’t help notice that Stella was sipping hers a lit
Dillon’s POVI was surprised that the girls didn’t want to swim with the sharks. As soon as I heard about the excursion, I signed us all up, thinking it would be a fun adventure. But clearly, the girls had other plans.“Don’t worry about it,” Cameron told me as we got to the cove. “This isn’t their sort of thing. No big deal. I’m super excited to see some sharks.”I shrugged.I guess Cam was right. I mean, I was trying to impress Cassandra at every turn, but I should have known this wasn’t something the girls would appreciate.Or want to do at all.I was glad Cameron did though. Because honestly, I really wanted to swim with the sharks.We saw a total of two sharks. Tiny sharks. Like baby ones. It was a total let down.“That’s it?” I asked the tour guide when he told us it was time to go back. “I feel like this was advertised as something it’s not.”“I don’t control the sharks,” he shrugged. “Sometimes they’re here, sometimes they’re not. At least you some though.”“I guess,” I shrugge
Cassandra’s POV Snorkeling.That was Dillon’s big surprise of the day.I had to admit, I was a little hesitant at first. I wasn’t the strongest swimmer, and I felt ridiculous with snorkel and mask on my face. I didn’t even really like fish to be honest. But we were with a guide who specialized in this sort of thing and he assured us it would be a blast.Plus, Dillon was so excited. He was chatting away with Cam about all sorts of different fish. So, I decided to be positive and embrace the experience.The snorkeling was within walking distance of the resort. There was a special area where, apparently, an abundance of sea life made a daily appearance.I tried to put on my mask, but my air pipe thingy kept pointing downward instead of up.“Here, let me,” Dillon chuckled, his green eyes sparkling. He took the mask off my face and then fixed it. He put it back on me. It smushed my cheeks.“Better?” he asked, taking me by the shoulders.I swooned.“Uh huh,” I said through my mask, giving h
Cassandra’s POVI slept like a log. Even though I hadn’t wanted the night to end, I was exhausted from the long day. I didn’t even realize how tired I was until I climbed into bed. The down comforter and high-thread count sheets beckoned me to sleep.I woke up to the early morning sun flooding through our massive windows. For a moment, I forgot where I was. But then I looked out at the ocean.Right. I was in Bora Bora.Bits and pieces of the night before flashed through my mind. Our wonderful dinner, the walk on the beach. The feel of Dillon’s fingers on my cheek as he brushed the hair off my cheek. Then the karaoke bar and his song.“I plan on touching you plenty.”I bolted upright.I was in love with Dillon. And he had flirted with me. Stella had cut our conversation on the beach short, but I was pretty convinced at this point that Dillon felt the same way about me. I smiled languidly to myself and stretched my arms over my head.Last night, I’d been a little worried that maybe Dillo
Cassandra’s POVDillon finished the song to raucous applause. Cameron and Stella leapt to their feet. I stayed fixed in my chair, stunned by the realization I’d just had.I was in love Dillon. The words swam through my mind. I mean, I knew that I had feelings for him. Intense, deep feelings. And I knew that I was very sexually attracted to him. I also knew that I cared for him very deeply. And yes, I knew I loved him. When he’d been shot and I’d sat with him in the back of the ambulance, my heart had ached thinking I might lose him. I’d been a complete and utter nervous wreck at the hospital, waiting to see if he would live or die.So of course I loved him.I just hadn’t realized I was IN love with him.Dillon came back to the table, his cheeks flushed, a broad smile on his face.“Well?” he asked, looking at me. “What did you think? Did I do your favorite song justice?”That was an understatement. His voice echoed through my mind, the look in his eyes as he sang. I suddenly felt very
Cassandra’s POVI felt like we’d taken a plane ride and been dropped in a completely different universe. In what world did Dillon voluntarily take a microphone and sing? I watched him whisper to the emcee, a mischievous smile on his face.Had Dillon been replaced by some sort of karaoke-singing doppelganger? I mean, Stella singing was one thing. She loved the limelight and she feared nothing.But Dillon?“Dillon sings?” Stella asked, as shocked as I was.“Apparently,” I told her.“This is vacation Dillon,” Cameron nodded. “Men are different on vacation. Didn’t you know that?”“Okay, so…this song goes out to a very special person,” Dillon said. “I won’t say her name because that would embarrass her. But…she’s sitting right there.”He pointed right at me. I felt my cheeks flush.What the hell was he doing?“Awww, he’s singing to you,” Stella said, raising her hand to her heart. “That’s so sweet.”Was it? Honestly, I wasn’t so sure. I felt everyone turn and look at me. But thankfully, the
Cassandra’s POVCameron was, in fact, saving us a table right up at the front. Not that he needed to. The place was a veritable ghost town. There were maybe ten other guests, spread out over the large lounge. Stella did not seem the least bit dissuaded by this though. She pranced right through the bar and directly up to the front to put in her request.“She’s pretty serious about her karaoke,” Dillon whispered in my ear as we took our seats.“Seems so,” I laughed.“I ordered drinks,” Cameron said, motioning at the wide array of drinks sitting on the table in front of us. There were beers, pina coladas, and wine. I reached for a frothy pina colada and took a large sip.“Delicious,” I said.Someone was wailing away on the microphone, singing some sort of emotionally charged ballad. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard.“Okay, I’m next,” Stella said as she rushed over to our table. “I got in right away.” I wasn’t surprised. The bar was pretty much empty, but she looked so excited, I didn
Cassandra’s POV“What the?”Stella ran across the sand, barefoot, her skirt blowing in the wind. Well, running was a bit of a kind word for what she was doing. She was more like stumbling in an awkward zig-zagging way.“God, I’ve searched half the hotel looking for you,” she said, out of breath. “What are you doing all the way over here?”She bent over, breathing hard.“Stella, what it is? Is something wrong?” I asked. She lifted a finger in the air to tell me to wait. She was clearly trying to catch her breath.There bloody well BETTER be something wrong, I thought to myself. She had just interrupted what might very well have been THE most romantic moment of my life.“No,” she shook her head. “Nothing’s wrong. But I had to find you. Cassandra, they have KARAOKE! In the lounge. Right NOW!”“What?” I blinked, unable to process what she was saying.“It’s true! Cameron and I were looking over the resort’s activities in a brochure in our room. And we saw it. Fricking Karaoke? Can you belie