Chapter 4
Remington laughed with his grandmother’s observations on Lord Paston until the door opened. Knowing who it was, he stood and watched Cassidy stumble in. She lacked grace at times but he blamed the hair she let fall in her face. Her nearness calmed something that raged inside him.
Before college, where she’d gotten a master’s degree in computer science, she’d smiled more and worn ponytails that showed clear skin and bright brown eyes. There was no reason to hide like she did now. He motioned for her to join them and held out a seat. “Cassidy, please sit here.”
She came forward and kissed his Grannie’s cheeks. “Gigi, it’s good to see you.”
Again, that hair of hers was getting in the way—he’d had enough. Cassidy was intelligent and easy to be around, but she needed some grooming
