Chapter Eleven
Cassie throttled down her bike, slowing to what felt like a crawl as she approached town. Of all the days in the calendar year, Cassie hated today the most. Even the extra-long ride she’d taken after the annual 4th of July parade this morning hadn’t done anything to calm her jitters.
Maybe it was because she was back in Prairie, or because she still felt the tiniest bit self-conscious at the fire station, but she’d come home from every Guard weekend jumpy and ill at ease. She was fine on the training ground with a weapon in her hand, or flying practice missions in the air with her new team, or on the bike. But anywhere else? She didn’t feel settled. Couldn’t hang with the g**g the way she once had.
Cassie turned the bike onto 4th Street and came to a stop in front of the
