CHAPTER EIGHT
That night, not even a delicious prime-rib dinner could make the meal enjoyable for Cassandra. She sat next to Troy at her parents’ dining room table. Emily and Eric sat on the opposite side with her parents at each end. The newlyweds monopolized the conversation with their house-hunting woes in Palo Alto, but that didn’t keep the tension from ratcheting to unbearable levels. Cassandra couldn’t take it much longer.
Having Troy with her helped. She might tease him about being boring, but he was a calming influence when he wasn’t aggravating her. Yes, he could be annoying, especially when he wouldn’t let her have her way. She had to admit his reliance on plans was anal but cute. Too bad he wouldn’t be around much longer.
Not too bad.
She couldn’t come to rely on him.
Or an
