Nathaniel gave Cassandra an hour. Enough time to chill, but not enough to stew. He used the time wisely, stopping by Cade’s to change into jeans. She hadn’t been kidding when she said she wasn’t a fan of a guy in uniform.
Truce wasn’t going to be negotiated if he pissed her off from the get-go. Not that he expected an easy surrender on her part. She was too fiery for that. Too intense. Which was just one of the reasons he was crazy about her.
One of the reasons he refused to let her end this between them.
Parking his truck in front of her condo, he took a breath.
Middle-of-the-night battles had a different feel than daytime skirmishes. An edge.
Prepared to win, he strode up to her door and knocked.
He figured she’d be mad at first, probably have that chill going still. He’d charm her
