and sprinted down the stairs.
Emily shook her head. “Those two.”
Cassie chuckled. And then she glanced at her plate. “How, um, long do you think they’ll be down there?”
“I dunno.” Emily shrugged.
“Do you think there’s time to raid the pantry? I think I saw a can of tuna.”
Emily’s eyes lit up. “Oh, please. I’m starving.”
They found more than tuna, and hunched in the pantry like refugees from a weight loss work camp eating Nutella from the jar with their fingers. When they heard the others tromping up from the basement, they quickly hid the evidence of their rebellion and flew into the living room, arranging themselves in patently casual poses on the sofas.
Bella erupted through the door first, triumphantly brandishing the crutches. “I found them,” she crowed.
Lucy crossed her arms and pouted. “It wasn’t fair. She pushed me out of the way.”
“Hey, a girl’s gotta fight for her man.”
Cassie had no idea why those words sent a shard of annoyance through her. Dylan was hardly anyone’s man. Certainly not hers . And she really didn’t like Bella’s avaricious expression.
At that moment, Blondie’s Call Me flooded the room. Bella frowned and grabbed her cell. “Who the hell could—” She checked the screen. “Crap.” She grimaced and answered the call. “Hello?” It was alarming, the way her face fell. “What? Oh crap. Is she okay? Yeah. Fine. I’ll catch the next ferry back.” She hung up and shot a look around the room.
“Who was it?” Emily asked.
“Kristi. Mom’s had another attack.” She glanced at the clock. “Shit. I need to run or I’ll miss the ferry.” She wheeled on Emily and thrust out the crutches. “You have to take these to Dylan.”
A red tide rose on Emily’s cheeks. She shook her head. “No. No way. I’m not going over there.”
“I’ll take them.” Lucy said the words with a wide grin.
Bella growled. She actually growled. “No fucking way, Luce. You’re not poaching my man.” She fixed Cassie with a pleading smile. Batted her lashes and everything. “Cass. Please. Take these to him for me?”
Heat bubbled in her belly. Oh yeah, she thought, twist my arm. She would love to see him again. Just one more time. “Okay.”
“I’ll go too.”
Bella ignored Lucy. “You have to go alone, Cass. And make sure to tell him I was the one who found them.”
“I will.”
Lucy put out a lip. “Oh, come on, Bella. Don’t be a butt.”
Bella whirled on Lucy. “You’re. Not. Going. Make sure she doesn’t go.” She waved a hand in Cassie’s general direction, but didn’t take her eyes off Lucy.
“You’re such a baby.”
“Bite me.”
They glared at each other for a long moment. While Bella was distracted, Cassie took the crutches. But she had to work them out of Bella’s grasp.
“Damn it.” Bella shoved her phone into her purse and fished her keys out. “This is terrible timing. I know he’s the guy for me. I know it.”
“Really?” Lucy combed her fingers through her long blonde locks. “Because I kind of thought he liked me.”
Bella glared.
“And don’t you have a ferry to catch?” Really? Did Lucy need to smirk?
Bella turned her glare on Cassie. “Go alone. I’m serious.”
“I will. I’ll take them over right now.”
“You do that.” She ran up the stairs to collect her things.
Lucy threw herself onto the sofa and crossed her arms. “She’s such a brat.”
Cassie laughed. “You should know better than to duel with her.”
Emily nodded sagely. “You know Bella always wins.”
But not this time.
This time Cassie won.
Because she was going to see Dylan again.
And she was going alone.
Chapter Four
Dylan stared at the program open on his lap. He’d saved it from the concert, but only because it had Cassie’s picture in it. Damn, she was beautiful, but the photo didn’t do her justice.
She was much more intriguing in person.
The attraction he’d felt for her had