She couldn’t get anything past the lump in her throat. The next thing she knew, she was listening to the dial tone. She stood frozen for a long moment, utterly stunned by how quickly things had turned. Then reality caught up with her as key parts of their conversation hit home.
I’m not ready for you… I can’t handle you, Cassandra…
I’m not ready to take anything on faith right now.
Samael was walking away. He’d stormed into her life like a freight train, riding to her rescue, enduring her antisocial rudeness, reminding her that there was more to life than rehab and producing a TV show. He’d made her feel sexy and desirable and alive again. He’d reignited her long-buried passion and dreams. He’d made her feel full of possibilities. And now he was pulling the pin. Because he wasn’t ready f
