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Drew held the shop door open for me and then plucked a few grocery bags from my hands.
‘Cassie, I’m not sure you got enough food,’ he said in mock alarm.
‘Ha ha,’ I said sarcastically.
He laughed. We walked the few blocks to his apartment, where we were throwing Gwen’s surprise party, to store the food and decorations. I hadn’t been here before and took advantage of his offer to look around. It was a spacious two-bedroom apartment, which surprised me since I knew he didn’t have a roommate. I paused in the living room to look at the photos he’d arranged artfully on the wall. There was one of him hugging a pretty redhead and as I studied it, I noticed there were matching bands on their ring fingers. I turned away almost guiltily for some reason, and saw Drew watching me. He gave me a small smile.
‘My wife,’ he said quietly, moving next to me and looking at the picture. ‘She passed away.’
I swallowed. ‘God, Drew, I am so sorry. I had no idea.’
‘It’s okay,’ he said, nodding. ‘I don’t really talk about it. Gwen knows I was married but I think she thinks I’m divorced…I never corrected her because it just never really came up.’ He glanced at me with an embarrassed expression.
‘I’m really sorry,’ I repeated, not knowing what else to say.
‘Thanks,’ he replied. ‘It was almost a year and a half ago. We knew she was sick when we got married but…’ He trailed off and shrugged. ‘We were hopeful, I guess.’
I squeezed his arm. ‘Jesus, that just sucks.’
‘At the end,’ he said suddenly. ‘Once we knew – well, she made me promise I’d go to art school. And here I am.’
‘Sounds like she was very smart,’ I said awkwardly.
He smiled his thanks and changed the subject. I didn’t stay long, almost forgetting to get his spare key before leaving. Our plan was for him to take Gwen to dinner while I prepared the food and decorated. I had just exited his building when I looked up and someone across the street caught my eye. It was Jason and he was staring directly at me. I turned on my heel and went back inside, racing up the stairs to Drew’s without thinking.
‘Cassie,’ he said when he opened the door. ‘Did you forget something?’
I was panting. ‘Jason’s outside,’ I gasped.
Drew’s eyes widened. He walked to the window but there wasn’t a clear view of the street. He turned to me in concern.
‘Do you want to hang out here for a while?’ he asked.
‘I have to meet Nick,’ I said, shaking my head. ‘Do you think – would you mind walking me to the subway? I’m sorry, I know it’s a pain -‘
‘No, don’t apologize,’ Drew said, grabbing his jacket. ‘Let’s go.’
Jason appeared to have gone, but Drew insisted on waiting on the platform with me and asked me to let him know when I got to Nick’s safely. I felt foolish and embarrassed, wondering if I’d imagined seeing Jason. My breathing had calmed by the time I got to Nick’s, but I still felt unsettled. I texted Drew from the elevator, trying to push it out of my mind before knocking on Nick’s door. He had given me a key but I always felt compelled to knock first even when he was expecting me. I was just fumbling for my keys when he opened the door and enveloped me in a hug. My shoulders instantly sagged in relief, all other thoughts escaping me in the comfort of his arms.
‘You are late,’ Nick said teasingly.
‘Am I?’ I asked, my voice muffled by his chest.
‘Yes, you naughty girl,’ he mumbled into my hair.
He cupped my face to kiss me, walking me backward until I was against the wall. He drew away to look at me, grinning mischievously. He removed my jacket and ran his hands down my arms, stopping at my elbows. He brought my arms behind me, making my back arch and our chests meet. My breathing sped up and I smiled slowly at him. Just then he nudged my wrists up behind my back so he could capture both of them in one of his hands.
I felt a blinding panic grip me. Everything went blurry and all I could see was a dark shadow hovering over me, pinning my arms. Suddenly I was back at Jason’s apartment and he was twisting my arm sharply behind me, about to do God knows what. Instinctively I jerked my body away from Nick, easily pulling out of his gentle grasp. I stumbled a few feet and flattened myself against the opposite wall, gulping for air, my eyes large with fear.
‘Cassandra -‘
I couldn’t focus on Nick’s face, but I could hear the shock and concern in his voice. He touched my shoulder and I cowered involuntarily. I sank to the floor and hugged my knees, gasping. Nick slid to the floor next to me but not close enough to touch me.
‘Sorry,’ I said, panting.
‘What did I do?’
‘Nothing – nothing,’ I insisted, shaking my head. ‘I’m sorry.’
I leaned over to rest my head on his shoulder and he tentatively put an arm around me, taking one of my hands and caressing my fingers. His thumb made small circles on my palm, relaxing me.
‘I’m so sorry,’ I whispered, embarrassed.
‘Darling, you don’t need to apologize,’ he soothed. ‘Can you tell me what that was about? Did I hurt you – was I too rough?’
‘No,’ I assured him. I took a shaky breath. ‘Jason – that night – he grabbed my wrist and twisted it behind my back like that,’ I mumbled.
Nick froze for a long moment. I continued, for once my fear overpowering wanting to downplay the situation.
‘I saw him – when I was leaving Drew’s. He was across the street when I left.’
I stole a glance at Nick and saw his eyes were shut, his jaw clenched. He stood, bringing me to my feet slowly. Holding my shoulders, he looked into my eyes with a pained expression. Without speaking, he picked up my jacket and put it over my shoulders, then turned to slip on some shoes. He grabbed his keys and wallet before facing me. I stood numbly, looking at him in confusion.
‘Are you – did you want me to leave?’ I asked, my words coming out in a sob.
He gave a start, taking my face in his hands, holding my eyes with his.
‘No. Never,’ he said firmly. His mouth curved in a half smile. ‘I’ll never want you to leave,’ he repeated softly, caressing my cheeks.
I smiled in relief, warmth rushing through me at his declaration.
‘Then –’ I began.
‘We’re going to the police,’ he said, taking my hand.
I took a step back, shaking my head in protest. He cut off my words before I could speak.
‘Yes, love. We’re going to talk to them. We can’t put it off any longer,’ he said grimly.
‘But -‘ I pressed my lips together. I couldn’t think of any argument against it other than I just didn’t want to.
‘Come on,’ he said gently, putting an arm around me. ‘It’ll be okay.’
It wasn’t okay. It wasn’t necessarily awful, but it wasn’t very productive either. The officer we spoke with nonchalantly asked me a barrage of questions about my relationship with Jason and seemed to take every opportunity to point out that I had no concrete proof of anything. I gave him Ian and George’s contact information since they had witnessed a few incidents, and Nick extracted a promise from him that he would be following up on it, pointedly writing down his name and badge number.
In the cab on the way home, I texted Ian to let him know he might be getting a call from the officer. Nick stopped to speak to George while I waited in the lobby. We were otherwise silent until we got inside his apartment.
‘I’m so sorry I reacted that way – when -‘ I told Nick quietly.
‘Cassandra, you have nothing to apologize for,’ he said tenderly, taking me in his arms. ‘I would never have – if I’d known -‘
‘I know,’ I whispered, pressing my face against his chest.
‘I think you need to tell me what happened – everything,’ he said, hooking a finger under my chin so our eyes met.
I started to object, then acquiesced. We sat on the couch with me snuggled into Nick, unable to look at him while I spoke. Surprisingly
, I didn’t cry, but I did start shuddering violently by the time I finished. Nick held me securely, murmuring soothing sounds.
‘I feel like I ruined our whole night,’ I muttered.
‘You didn’t ruin anything – none of this is your fault,’ Nick said, forcing me to meet his gaze. ‘None of it,’ he repeated.
I nodded morosely.
‘Let’s go to bed, love,’ Nick murmured, picking me up and cradling me in his arms.
I stripped and got into bed, surprised when Nick climbed under the covers wearing a t-shirt and boxers. I turned to him, clutching his back and trying to find his mouth. I could sense his hesitation.
‘What is it?’ I asked.
‘Go to sleep, darling. You’re knackered,’ he whispered, smoothing my hair.
‘Nick, I need you,’ I said.
I propped myself up to see him. He was looking at me tenderly but I could tell he was barely holding some deep emotion – anxiety or maybe rage – in check. I kissed him softly, hoping he would take over. He let out a shuddering breath, his hands tangling in my hair.
‘I don’t want to hurt you, pet,’ he said worriedly.
‘How could you hurt me?’ I asked. ‘I’m not injured.’
‘Cassandra -‘ Nick’s voice broke and he cleared his throat. ‘I’m just so – angry about this. Not angry with you,’ he added quickly. ‘With the situation – with myself…with him.’ His face flushed with anger. ‘I’m afraid I’ll lose control of my temper when -‘ He stopped and caressed my face. ‘When I should be making love to you and treating you like my goddess.’
‘You wouldn’t hurt me,’ I told him, covering his hand with my own. ‘You’re not capable of forgetting yourself that way.’
He looked at me doubtfully but didn’t resist when I kissed him.
‘Besides, you don’t always have to treat me like some goddess,’ I told him, only partially teasing. ‘Please,’ I whispered against his lips. ‘I need you to take me.’
I moved his hand to my breast and kissed him again. He hesitated only for a second before returning the kiss fiercely, his fingers rolling my nipple between them. I tugged at his boxers, kicking them down his legs, and slipped his shirt off. He flattened me on my back, kissing my neck and my breasts, his mouth moving ferociously as if he needed to mark me as his. I arched my back with a satisfied growl. Nick raised his head to look at me, his eyes wild, and I recognized his need to possess me for the same reasons I needed him to. It was the only way we knew to banish the memory of Jason, even if it was just for tonight. I slid my hands around his neck, staring into his eyes.
‘I love you,’ I whispered.
He lowered his head for a moment before looking at me again, pain and anger and love battling with each other in his eyes. He entered me fully in one slick movement, groaning against my neck. Holding himself still, his lips found my ear.
‘I just don’t know what I would do if I lost you,’ he gasped.
I nudged his head to face mine, stroking his cheek with my fingers and smiling. Raising my hips slightly, I encouraged him to move inside me and he complied. His arms wrapped around me and he rested his forehead on mine, our eyes locked as we drove each other to the edge. Our lips met at the final moment and we cried out into each other’s mouths, clutching one another desperately and falling over the cliff together.
—
‘Surprise!’
I laughed heartily at Gwen’s expression when she and Drew walked into his apartment. She staggered back, taking in the room full of people and was speechless for several minutes. Nick and I quickly walked the room with trays of appetizers to distract people and give her the chance to acclimate.
‘You,’ Gwen said accusingly, appearing at my shoulder.
‘Happy birthday!’ I said cheerfully.
‘I about had a heart attack,’ she said with a grin. ‘I had no idea you guys were so sneaky.’
I giggled, giving her a quick hug.
‘I can’t believe you pulled this off,’ she continued. ‘And the day before your trip?’ She gave me a pleased smile.
I shrugged. ‘It probably helped me to not obsess over it and freak out,’ I told her.
‘They’ll love you,’ Gwen assured me.
I smiled faintly, then encouraged her to enjoy the party.
‘Is there something else going on?’ she asked, looking at me closely.
I glanced around the room and saw Nick chatting with Miles. Looking back at Gwen, my smile softened, appreciating how well she knew me. I leaned in to speak into her ear even though the noise in the room made it impossible for people to eavesdrop.
‘Nick made me go to the police last night,’ I said quietly.
Gwen’s eyes grew large and she pulled me into the kitchen.
‘What happened?’ she demanded.
I gave her the brief version of the events of the previous day. She looked somewhat uncomfortable when I finished with the officer’s comment on my lack of proof.
‘What’s wrong?’ I asked.
‘Well,’ Gwen began. ‘Don’t be mad. But I kept all those notes Jason left.’
‘What? I thought you shredded them,’ I said.
‘I was going to,’ she insisted. ‘But then I thought I should save them…just in case. I’m sorry,’ she added. ‘Please don’t be upset.’
‘I’m not upset,’ I assured her. ‘I guess I should give them to the police.’
‘I have them at home,’ she told me anxiously.
‘Gwen, I’m not upset,’ I repeated, smiling. ‘I’ll get them from you when I get back from London. I don’t even want to think about it anymore right now. And you shouldn’t either – go enjoy your party,’ I added, shoving her back into the living room.
At the end of the night I was cleaning up when Drew took the dishes from my hands.
‘You’ve done enough,’ he teased. ‘You throw a great party.’
‘Thanks,’ I said with a smile, wiping the coffee table.
‘Cassie, let it go,’ Drew said with a laugh. ‘I’ll clean up.’
I started to protest when the cloth was plucked from my fingers and replaced with Nick’s hand.
‘The man is right,’ Nick said.
He kissed my temple and deposited me on a chair next to Gwen. She handed me a beer and we sat in silence watching the men clean up. I relaxed in my seat, spying a game of Jenga on the bookshelf. I grabbed it and held it up, giving Gwen a challenging look. She giggled and we ended up playing several games, the men joining us after they were done. Gwen was on her third beer just since I’d sat down next to her, and giddily pulled a piece that she knew would topple the tower.
‘I’m done,’ she declared, grinning as she rested her head on her arm.
Laughing, we picked up the pieces and put the game away, cleaning up the last of our drinks. When we looked at Gwen again, we saw she had fallen asleep where she sat. I pressed my hand to my mouth, trying to stifle my giggles.
‘Well, now what?’ I asked Drew and Nick.
Drew chuckled. ‘She can stay here. There’s a bed in the spare room.’
‘Looks like you don’t have a choice,’ I remarked.
He lifted her gently in his arms and her head fell to his chest. He stopped short for a moment, closing his eyes. When he opened them, I couldn’t read his expression other than to notice that whatever he was feeling, it was strong and had taken him by surprise. Without looking at each other, Nick and I both whispered a quick goodnight and took our leave. In the elevator, Nick took my hand and kissed my fingers, giving me a sweet look.
‘He likes her,’ he said softly.
‘Do you think?’ I asked anxiously. ‘She’s crazy about him. But I don’t know if he’s ready – since his wife…’
Nick nodded sadly. ‘I know.’
I leaned against Nick, his arms folding around me. I knew without her telling me that Gwen’s feelings for Drew had only increased with each passing day. Drew wasn’t the kind of guy to lead her on but I still hoped that she wouldn’t get hurt. Nick tightened his arms around me and I knew he felt my worry.
‘Don’t fret,’ he soothed. ‘We’ve other t
hings to focus on tonight.’
‘Oh?’ I looked up to see his eyes twinkling. ‘Like getting plenty of sleep before our flight?’
‘You can sleep on the plane,’ he told me, giving my behind a light slap.
—
I was too excited to sleep on the plane. By the time we arrived in London, I was jittery from lack of sleep but fueled by adrenaline and practically skipped to baggage claim while Nick laughingly followed. It was after midnight when we got to his mother’s house, so we were surprised to find his sister in the kitchen brewing a pot of tea.
‘Nico!’ she cried, throwing her arms around him.
Nick was laughing. ‘Abigail, this is Cassandra,’ he said. ‘Darling, this is my sister,’ he added, slipping his arm around my waist.
‘Nice to finally meet you,’ Abigail said, giving me a hug.
‘You, too,’ I said shyly.
She was stunning, with dark hair and silvery-grey eyes. She and Nick resembled each other, but her features were most definitely feminine, with high cheekbones and full lips. Almost as tall as Nick, she looked somehow regal even wearing pajamas and a robe.
‘Tea’s almost ready,’ she said, flitting back to the stove.
‘What are you doing awake?’ Nick asked.
‘I just rang off with Teo,’ she said over her shoulder. ‘How was the flight? You must be knackered.’
‘I am,’ Nick admitted. ‘Cassandra’s been going on no sleep for days now. Ah, to be young,’ he said with a teasing look at me.
I stuck out my tongue at him and Abigail chuckled. She served the tea and set out a plate of biscuits.
‘So when’s the agent coming round?’ Nick asked her.
‘Actually, I’ve talked Mum out of selling the house,’ Abigail told him with a grin.
‘What? Why?’ Nick had picked up a cookie but his hand stopped halfway to his mouth. ‘Ab, you know we can’t afford to keep up this place and Mum’s flat,’ he said sternly.
‘We don’t need to,’ Abigail said. ‘Teo and I are moving back. We’re going to buy it from her.’
She smiled and leaned back in her chair, her hand resting on her abdomen subtly. I caught the gesture and gave a small gasp, looking at her excitedly. She met my eyes, her smile widening. Nick looked between the two of us in confusion, only noticing her hand when she exaggeratedly smoothed it over her stomach while looking at him pointedly. His mouth dropped open but he didn’t speak. She nodded, chuckling at his expression.
‘You two had better plan a trip next summer to meet the little one,’ she said cheerfully.
I congratulated her, then poked Nick in the arm. He was still speechless and I giggled.
‘That’s wonderful,’ he said finally, smiling warmly and taking her hand. ‘Congratulations.’
‘Thanks,’ she said, looking giddy with excitement. ‘So, Nico, when are you going to get to work and give my baby a cousin?’
Nick and I both choked on our tea, avoiding looking at each other. Abigail laughed but didn’t pursue the topic, instead asking me about my family and my hometown.
‘I like her,’ I told Nick as we were lying in bed.
‘She’s a nosy prat,’ he said, his body twitching with laughter.
I giggled. ‘Well, she’s not shy.’ I kissed his chest. ‘I bet your mother is thrilled she’s moving back. It must be hard with both her kids so far away.’
Nick nodded, stroking my hair. He had two older siblings who were from his father’s first marriage, I knew they were much older and still lived in England, but not close by.
‘Do you think about moving back sooner rather than later?’ I asked softly.
‘I think about it.’ Nick let out a small sigh. ‘I don’t know if I want to – at least not yet.’
I nodded. I couldn’t help wondering what it would mean if – when – he did return to England. Despite being confident in his love for me, I realized it might be inevitable that at some point outside forces would require us to be separated. I pressed my face into his chest, inhaling his scent and telling myself to push the thoughts aside.
‘Besides,’ Nick continued, his arm tightening around me. ‘It’s not wholly my decision anymore.’
I looked up at him in surprise. He smiled shyly.
‘It’s going to take more than me wanting to be near my family for you to be rid of me, pet,’ he said in a voice that sounded like he was forcing himself to sound teasing.
‘I don’t want to get rid of you,’ I said quietly. ‘But, I also don’t want to be the reason you’re so far away from your family,’ I added regretfully.
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