Cassia slid the last box into the bed of Andy’s truck. As soon as she got back to LA Cassia had gone to the nearest grocery store to find some boxes and pack up what little was hers. Then she called Andy and asked if he’d help her move back home. He’d jumped at the chance to get in good with her again.
Andy put the tailgate of his truck back up and got into the driver’s seat. Cassia took one last look at what had been her home and then got into the truck. “You ready?” Andy asked.
“Let’s get out of here. I want to go home.”
“Rookwood here we come.” Andy pulled away from the curb and headed east. It would be a long drive. Cassia laid her head against the window and thought about Lance and how hurt she’d been that he thought she’d use him. It broke her heart, but she couldn’t enter into a
