Thomas strolled towards the packhouse, his steps hesitant. Every so often, he paused, gazing at familiar sights, a distant look clouding his eyes as memories of the past six months played across his face. He didn’t see Cassidy standing among the shadows of a giant oak tree. Cassidy’s breath hitched, her fingers nervously twisting a lock of hair as she peered from the shadows, eyes fixed on Thomas’s advancing figure.
As he drew nearer, he felt someone staring at him. Then he saw Cassidy waiting under a giant oak.
Is she waiting for me? Thomas asked Night. Am I imagining things? She IS waiting for me, right?
It seems so, buddy. You’re in big trouble. Night snickered.
They’d crossed paths often since high school, especially since their fling two years ago. But now, Cassidy’s approach wa
