Cassandra hadn’t been kidding when she said she’d just moved from New York. Most of her stuff, except a few large pieces of furniture, was still packed. She had said that and he had believed her.
He was pretty sure she’d been here a week or two. Wouldn’t most women have hit the boxes, hung the curtains, filled the space with doodads by now?
Not that they’d talked much, but he’d got the impression during one of their between-s*x rest breaks that she wasn’t in any hurry to settle in. Why? Missing New York?
Not a fan of the California sun? He knew she’d lived here before, but not when. What’d made her leave? Was the job going to be enough to keep her here this time?
And why did he care so much?
Caring, wanting to know she’d be here long-term, curiosity about her past, her present, her fu
