Chapter Three
Her place was a three-story walk-up, an old building that had been converted into sixteen suites. Cassie’s was a small one-bedroom filled with second-hand furniture. It was neat and tidy but dated, and that came with noisy plumbing, heating that didn’t always work, and the ability to use only one electrical outlet at a time or a breaker would blow.
He slid his key into her lock and opened the door. “Cassie, you ready?” He closed it behind him, hearing the creak of footsteps from the apartment above.
“Just getting dressed,” she called out, poking her head from the bedroom at the end. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, and she was wearing a cream lacy bra and blue jeans as she held up two shirts on hangers. “So which one do you think is more fitting to meet your family,
