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me his name, because if I’d known who he was or where they were, I would have killed them both. The night she walked out I went kind of crazy, drank too much, trashed a lot of things. I was an emotional wreck. Then eventually, once the divorce came through, I started to climb back out of the pit. Threw myself into working for my dad, the travel writing...and my poetry, of course.”
    Ah, Cassie thought. That explains the teenage angst. He was working through this stuff.
    “I’ve been on a few dates since then,” Nick continued. "But this is the first time there’s been a second date, and certainly the first time I’ve wanted there to be a third. Although, I realize I’ve probably decreased my chances considerably by telling you all this.”
    Cassie’s soft heart swelled. “I really appreciate you telling me,” she said, giving Nick’s hand a friendly squeeze. “Look, things are kind of all over the place for me right now. I’m moving in a couple weeks. I'll be getting used to a new roommate after years of living with someone I know really well. And this…whatever this is, it’s blowing my mind a little. I don’t want to say yes we’re definitely dating when I don’t feel sure of myself.”
    Nick frowned. “You know, you’re the first girl who ever said anything like that to me. But it’s fair, I guess."
    “Thank you for understanding.”
    "I’ve got to go to England for a few weeks to deal with some business for my dad. How about we have dinner when I get back and you can tell me how you’re feeling then?”
    “That sounds good,” Cassie said.
    They travelled the rest of the way in companionable silence. Nick dropped off Cassie on Pine Street with nothing more than a cool, social kiss on the cheek.

Chapter 5
     
    A few nights later, Cassie found herself dreaming of Brendan. They were back in Sonar, surrounded by the familiar flashing lights and deafening bass, but the dance floor was empty except for the two of them, and somehow, despite the fact that they were indoors, it was raining.
    Water cascaded down from what should have been the ceiling but was somehow the sky, soaking them both so their clothes clung to their skin. Cassie could make out every ripple of Brendan’s taut muscles through his drenched t-shirt.
    She was vaguely aware that she was dressed in Francine’s slate blue silk, pasted to her like a second skin beneath the downpour, clinging to every curve of her body.
    The music changed, becoming soft and slow, and Brendan pulled her close. They swayed together, wrapped in each other’s arms. Cassie felt the slow, sensual trickle of the water droplets down her back. She gazed into Brendan’s emerald eyes.
    With gentle fingers, he swept a few strands of wet hair from her face, and then he leaned down and touched her lips with his. She felt his strong hands caressing her face and neck, holding her fast as she parted her lips, welcoming his tongue as he slid it into her mouth.
    The kiss deepened, growing hungrier, more urgent. Lost in his touch, she tipped her head back and shivered with delight as he trailed kisses down her throat. She whispered “Oh Brendan…don’t stop…”
    He traced the neckline of her dress, grasped the silk at the lowest point, and ripped it open to the waist. Cassie gave a little cry of release as the material shredded, knowing that she wore nothing underneath.
    Within a moment, Brendan’s hands were on her breasts, squeezing, stroking, circling her hardening nipples with his thumbs. He moved his head down to take them in his mouth, and as he grazed them lightly with his teeth, he felt her gasp.
    Brendan pulled her gently to the floor. He slipped his hand underneath Cassie's skirt and up her thigh. Conscious of nothing but her desire for his touch, she opened her legs for him. As he covered her face in tiny kisses, he began rhythmically caressing her clitoris, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
    She writhed in his embrace, pressing herself against