Heather's POV"You have a great apartment Heather," Casey says as she closes the front door.Heather is freaking out. She has decided to tell Casey the truth about her investigation into his father and what happened to her mother. Seeing Casey so desperate to talk to her and to get her to open up to him made her realize how much he cares about her. She may not know everything about Casey, but Heather believes she can trust him. "Thanks, Casey. I appreciate you coming over tonight. I know I didn't give you much of an indication as to why I wanted you here," Heather says as she leads Casey into the living room.It is strange to have Casey in her home. She has been trying to keep her work life separate from her personal life. Her entire focus has been on finding a way to destroy Liam Sullivan. She wasn't trying to make friends at work because she did not want to lie to people. Casey changed everything. He gave her the access she needed and someone to care about. "Of course, I'm here He
Casey's POV"What are you talking about? You sound crazy!" Casey is in shock. He did not know what to expect from tonight with Heather, but he never thought she would accuse his father of murder. "My father is not a murderer! He is a good man." Casey is shouting in desperation. He needs to be speaking the truth because he cannot comprehend a world where that wasn't the truth. His father is not a murderer. He can't be."Your father is not a good man! You know that, Casey. I have heard you complain about your father's actions and attitude enough times." Heather's voice breaks as she speaks, her emotions boiling over."There is a big difference between saying something offensive and killing a person. And you think there is some grand conspiracy involving my father and the company. There is not!"Casey starts pacing in frustration. He does not know how to process what Heather has told him. He has never questioned the validity of something she has said to him before. However, this is jus
Heather's POVHeather breaks down sobbing minutes after Casey slammed the door behind him. She doesn't know how long she is crying on the couch before Lucy comes home and finds her."Heather, what happened? Are you ok? Talk to me, sweetie…" Lucy is frantic with worry as she wraps her arms around Heather.Heather turns to her best friend and falls into her arms. She allows herself to soak up the comfort Lucy is offering. Something she desperately needs. "I told him everything and he hates me," Heather says between sobs."Oh, sweetie. I'm sure that's not true. It is a lot to process. If you talk to him in a couple of days I bet he will be more open to listening," Lucy offers reassuringly. Heather desperately wants to believe her friend. She is sick over the thought of losing Casey. It is also scaring her that Casey could tell his father everything about her investigation. All her progress could be wiped away. Heather knows she could lose everything because she trusted the wrong person
Casey's POV"Casey, dear can you help me with these items for the auction? There is a chart on the table for where everything goes. Thank you!" His mother cheerfully orders him around.It is the day of the annual charity gala that his mother hosts. It is a major social event and something she spends months planning. Every detail must be perfect for Christine Sullivan."Of course Mom. Whatever you need." Casey responds even though she is already walking away from him.Casey has thrown himself into helping his mother with her event because it keeps him busy. If he slows down for even a moment, then thoughts of Heather will overtake him. He is still reeling from everything she told him last night. He cannot believe it. Heather believes his father is a murderer and is determined to prove it. It seems like everything they shared is a lie. Luckily, Casey has his mother's charity gala to keep him distracted for the day. He has already spent hours setting up for the event under his mother's
Heather's POV"Well, Miss. Winters, how nice of you to join us this evening?"Heather freezes as she hears the voice behind her. As she turns to greet him she is desperately hoping she is wrong about who is speaking to her. "Mr. Sullivan, it is so nice to see you again. I'm surprised you even remember me," Heather responds, trying to hide how nervous she is.Heather cannot believe she is standing in front of Liam Sullivan. She is staring into the eyes of the man who killed her mother and this time she doesn't have Casey beside her. It is sickening to be face-to-face with this man. All Heather wants to do is scream that she knows who he really is and she is going to make him pay for his crimes. She can't. She has to smile and be polite and pretend it is not destroying her. "I make it a point to know my most important employees. You have certainly made an impression recently. My son has been quite impressed with your work. As well as your other…skills. When I heard you were coming ton
Casey's POV"Casey I need to talk to you," Heather urgently whispers.Casey is shocked to have Heather standing behind him and demanding to speak to him. He had been keeping an eye on her all evening so that he could avoid speaking to her. She looks stunning, and a part of Casey wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around her and claim her as his own. Unfortunately, he does not know how to trust her now that he knows that she is after his father."We can talk on Monday, Heather. Tonight I am here for my family," Casey says coldly, hoping she gets the message."Casey, please. It's important. Just give me five minutes and then you can go back to ignoring me," Heather pleads to Casey.The tone in her voice prompts Casey to look at Heather more closely. She is practically vibrating with intensity and urgency. Her eyes are wide and filled with both excitement and fear. Casey's curiosity gets the better of him."Fine. What is it?" Casey gives in and asks, needing to know why she is so d
Heather's POV"What's wrong Heather? I thought this is what you wanted. What we both wanted?" Casey asks, still breathless from their kissing.Casey is right. She does want this. There is nothing she wants more than to be wrapped up in Casey's arms and to lose herself to the passion burning between them. This is not the place for it to happen."Casey, at the end of this hallway there is a ballroom full of people, including your entire family. I don't think this is the right place for us to go any further," Heather says, helping to bring them both back to reality.Casey chuckles and rubs his hand on the back of his neck. "I suppose you're right. Why don't we find someplace private to continue this? We can also talk more about the plan you have to take down my father," Casey offers with heat in his eyes.Casey walks towards Heather until she is pressed up against the wall. Again. Casey cups her cheek and wraps his other arm around her waist. Heather shivers at the feel of his hand on th
Casey POV"Aidan, come for a jog with me," Casey demands the second he sees his brother in the kitchen.Casey barely slept the night before. After everything that happened with Heather, he could not turn his mind off. He knows he needs to talk to someone else about everything he has discovered about his father and his feelings for Heather. His brother is the only person he trusts."Why would I do that brother? I don't believe in torturing myself the way you do with such vigorous exercise," Aidan says, clearly nursing a hangover, and drinking a cup of coffee."Come on, Aidan. I need to talk to you about something," Casey's frustration fills his voice, but Aidan ignores it."Then let's go drinking! We can talk over whiskey," Aidan says trying to inject some fun into the morning with his dour brother."It is 10 o'clock in the morning. Besides, I want to be sure that no one will overhear us. It's important Aidan," Casey says, trying to convey the importance of his request."Then how about