CHAPTER FOUR
As Troy placed his order at the counter, Cassandra noticed the assessing and approving glances of other women in the coffee shop. She couldn’t blame them. He looked relaxed and casual in a pair of khakis and a navy Henley shirt. Not at all like the businessman she’d found last night. Thank goodness he’d ditched the silk tie and button-down shirt. Only his ruffled hair looked the same. And she liked that about him.
A couple of minutes later, he placed two steaming cups on the table. “Here you go.”
“Thanks.” She picked up the warm mug. “To your prosperous future.”
Troy clicked his cup against hers. “This is a great way to end an equally great day.”
As she stared at his long, thick eyelashes, she almost drifted into a daydream of an island vacation. Cassandra hadn’t noticed
