Blake's POV
I stared at her, my control hanging by a thread.
"You went to dinner with Richard Jones," I said, each word sharp enough to cut. "You set up a media circus. Making me look like a damn fool chasing after a cheating wife. After I specifically told you to stay away from him. That sounds exactly like something the old Cassie would do."
Her face flushed, spots of angry color blooming high on her cheekbones. "You know I have my reasons—"
"You always have reasons." I stepped closer, anger and frustration and want all tangled together until I couldn't separate one from the other. "But you never tell me the truth. You just manipulate and scheme and expect me to trust you anyway with this wild story about murder and drownings. I had all day to think about it, Cassie. And it's complet
