The Cassie's mood darkened as they flew over Regina, Saskatchewan, preparing to land. The leafless trees and dreary, autumn, prairie landscape signified the state of her world, reminding her of the death she played a hand in. Gloomy, dark clouds plastered the sky, smothering the already setting afternoon sun. It was hard to believe that yesterday they had been in a sun-filled paradise. As the plane landed, Eryn took Cassie's hand and gave it a supportive squeeze. They hadn't spoken much on the plane, each too absorbed in the potential fates that awaited them. Like the awesome friend she had always been, Eryn gave Cassie her space. They found Eryn's truck and drove straight from the airport to see Cassie's parents. As they climbed the stairs to the condo, John and Margo Woods whipped the door open, and Margo rushed forward to lovingly welcome Cassie and Eryn into her arms. After releasing a sigh of relief, Cassie gently inhaled her mom's lite vanilla scent. She relaxed into her
Cassie stood in front of the bathroom mirror, frowning at her haggard reflection. Her attempts to brush the dull out of her just-longer-than-shoulder-length hair didn't do a thing to liven it up. Raising her hands, she patted the bags under her tired, bloodshot eyes, and her frown deepened. When did she get so tired? At thirty-years-old, she looked, at most, twenty-five on a good day. Today, she looked like forty was just around the corner. Shrugging, she forced a smile, consoling herself with the fact that at least she had a hot, well-toned body that any forty-year-old would envy. A solid, uninterrupted sleep was all she needed to return to her normal self. Exactly what her normal self was, she couldn't say, but she intended to get there, somehow.After a quick shower, she snuggled into bed and waited for her dad to come in. He finally arrived and plopped himself down on the bed beside her, leaning back against the headboard. She listened to him, without interrupting, mesmerized
Alone with her thoughts, she settled into bed and stared into the darkness, considering her options. There were plenty of questions to choose from, but she couldn't stop thinking about Ben. Her brief affair with him left her reeling and contemplating the possibility that their casual hookups could morph into something deeper. He had a way of making her feel as though everything was going to be okay, but before anything serious happened between them, she had to know if he was the father of his ex-girlfriend Kali's unborn baby. Eryn had asked her to call on a dream to find out, and Cassie had balked at the notion because what happened between Ben and Kali wasn't her business. Not really, even if she did have a sexual relationship with him. Given the fact that Kali cheated on him, wouldn't Ben want to know? But Ben didn't know about Cassie's gift, so how would she tell him if he wasn't the father or if he was? Should she even tell him? Should she even be thinking about this?An
Randy answered the door looking as though he were about to commit murder for real, but his expression softened when he saw Cassie. Raising an amused eyebrow, he scanned her profile, lingering slightly when his eyes reached her breasts. A dirty, lopsided grin curled his lips, and a subtle surprising twinge of desire teased her, but it vanished with the realization that she left the house, wearing her Scooby-Do sleep pants, a hot pink tank top, and no bra. Perfect. When would she think things through before acting, for a change?"Did you just crawl out of bed? Your hair looks like it hasn't seen a comb in days." Randy grinned, prying his eyes away from her breasts. As if he even noticed her hair. The fact that he checked her out intrigued her. She liked it, so did the whore between her legs, who had come to life. Her heart rate increased, and a delicious warmth of desire flushed her body. Puzzled, she shook it off and stepped into his house."I need to talk to you," she said
Her stupid fairy shenanigans had to stop. Was it fairy, or was it just hormones? What if it was neither? What if what she felt was real? What would he think if he knew about the dreams and her handy little trick? Like a bucket of ice poured over her, she balked, realizing she couldn't share any of her newfound abilities with him. If he hadn't yet been convinced, he'd think she was certifiable, for sure. "I'm gonna go." She turned and made her way for the door."Wait. You never said what it was that brought you here."Shit. Cassie thought fast, trying to recall her reason for the late-night visit because it vanished from her mind the second their lips met. "I just wanted to chat about Dillon, no big deal. We'll talk when I get back to work on Monday. Sorry, I stopped by so late. I'm crazy irrational these days," she explained but didn't need to. He knew she had ridiculous spontaneous tendencies."You're not leaving until we talk." He flicked on the light and walked tow
Lewd thoughts and unquenched desire prevented Cassie from getting back to sleep. She tossed and turned because her mind raced with what went down. With the blink of an eye, her relationship with Randy had morphed into something intense and unexpected. His touch left burn marks on her flesh and the memory of his lips. Shaking her head vehemently, she tried to focus on the most important piece of information that her late-night visit revealed. Randy had an affair with Melody, and the cops knew. The shit could hit the fan, at any given moment, if they came up with a shred of evidence that pointed to Dillon meeting with the Grim Reaper. The affair bothered Cassie, not only because it could land Randy in prison, but because a little part of her didn't want him touching another woman. Ever. No matter how hard she tried to focus on the dream and the significance of the affair, the thoughts were interrupted by memories of Randy's lips on hers and flashes of their night in the hot tub. Ra
After breakfast, Mom drove Cassie home to Eryn's farm. Margo Woods always carried herself with an air of confidence that rarely got ruffled, but today, Margo seemed agitated and when she was agitated, she wouldn't be deterred. Suddenly, Cassie regretted the half hour drive, in which she would be at her mother's mercy."Cassiopeia," Mom started. Cassie rolled her eyes, bracing herself for the impending lecture that was cued by the use of her much despised and apparently non-birth name. "You need to make some reconsiderations where your career is concerned. I hate that you've inherited your father's gift, but having it means you need to be careful and your line of work.""Mom.""Let me finish," Mom said. "I know you love your job as a private investigator, and I also know you've lost so much in recent weeks. I just want you to think about it. You've always laughed when I voice my concerns, but your job is dangerous, and I don't want anything more to happen to you or anyone else."
Being back at the farm, meant she would have to face Ben, but it couldn't be helped. It saddened her that they wouldn't get a chance to explore their feelings for each other, but she knew it would be for the best. She just didn't know how to broach the subject and didn't know if she should since they agreed to keep things casual. Thankfully, Ben was racing in Calgary for the weekend, so she had time to think about it.Closing her eyes, she welcomed the heat of the sun on her face, enjoying what could be one of the last warm days, before winter cursed them all with mounds of snow and bitter cold. Shaking her head, she erased all negative thoughts, so she could enjoy the ride and just be. The wind in her hair whisked away her worries, and she felt rejuvenated. Gunner slowed his pace and turned his head, stretching his nose back for Cassie to stroke. She obliged and followed it up with a neck scratch. Digging her heels in, she urged Gunner forward, and they spent the next hour whippi