Cassandra Kane
Cassandra pushed open the door to her townhouse, the scent of her lavender-scented candles and the soft warmth of the familiar space welcoming her back. It had been a good evening, a rare blend of work and relaxation. Her stomach was full from the takeout they’d shared—Chinese, Desmond’s choice—though it wasn’t the dumplings or the fried rice that kept replaying in her mind.
As she made her way upstairs, the buzz of her phone in her pocket nearly made her stop in her tracks. Her thumb hovered over the screen, but she had one thing on her mind first: a bubble bath. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this oddly happy, and she wanted to soak in the feeling before the stress of the case crept back in.
She ran the hot water and dumped in a generous amount of her fa
