Chapter 8
Mason knew Cassie was skittish, but never realized quite how bad it was. For the most part, she held herself together well, and came across as strong and independent. But the way she flinched away from him—added with the other incidents—he could no longer deny that someone had abused her.
Looking into her eyes now, past the golden surface, he could see she carried a world of pain and a past that scarred her, but without her willing to open up to him, there was nothing he could do. He felt helpless, and it was a feeling he despised from the depths of his head to the tips of his toes.
He couldn’t fix her past, and she probably didn’t want him to, but he could do something about her current situation. Living at a campsite was no way for a person to live. She deserved a bed and a
