Chapter Four: Waiting For YouCassie
When I got home from work, I was exhausted. No, more than that; I was f*****g exhausted. What an absolutely insane night! Yet, until I’d walked through my own door, I’d had a sense of almost manic energy moving through me. Working at the bar, especially tonight, had been such a rush!
I looked to see if Chris was awake, dying to tell him all about everything that had happened, about how awesome Micki was and how great the Wild Panther was, but his door was closed. That, of course, didn’t necessarily mean he was asleep, so I decided to dangle a little temptation in his face. I texted him:
There’s a bottle of red in the kitchen that just accidentally got opened. It’s going to drink itself if no one else does.
I walked into the kitchen and opened a bottl
