“So, when are you going to see him again?”

“Don’t know.” Truth was, she’d expected to hear from him Monday or Tuesday, but her phone and text messages had been complete radio silence. “For all I know, he’s gotten what he needed.”

A knock sounded at the front door, the strength behind it significant enough to rattle the wood. Not that rattling the wood was a difficult thing to do, considering the door had probably been the cheapest option available ten years ago.

Frieda frowned and got to her feet before Cassie could even fully comprehend anyone coming to her place on a weeknight. “You expecting someone?”

“There are literally two people in the world who know where I live, and one of them is already here.”

Duh, Cassie. Two people.

Cassie shot upright and tried to get to the door before her aunt, but it was too late.

Frieda was already beaming up at Kir. “Well, hello there, handsome.”

Every time she’d seen him before he’d been in a perfectly tailored suit—not counting the two times he’d been deliciously naked in his bed. Tonight, though, he was in casual charcoal-gray slacks and a lighter gray Oxford with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and her aunt was openly appreciating every single detail.

Cassie pried the door a little wider and cut her aunt off before she could engage any further. “Kir. I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I see that.” His gaze took a long, leisurely pass down her torso to her very bare legs. When he lifted his head, there was an undeniable heat behind his blue eyes that made her feel like she was standing in front of him completely naked.

He shifted his attention to Frieda and held out his hand. “I’m Kir Vasilek, and you are?”

“This is my aunt Frieda,” Cassie blurted.

Frieda volleyed a heavy amount of consideration between Cassie and Kir, way too many dots appearing to connect inside that head of hers. A second later, a sly smile curved her lips and she accepted Kir’s outstretched hand. “Frieda Shalaway. Cassie and I were just decompressing from a big day with comfort food and margaritas. Care to join us?”

“Comfort food?” Kir took one step inside, surreptitiously scanning the interior of Cassie’s tiny living room and the contents covering the coffee table.

“Nothing fancy,” Frieda said as she waved him deeper into the room. “Some homemade guacamole, chips and queso. Can I get you a margarita?”

Ugh. Definitely not a good idea. With the scheming gleam in Frieda’s eyes, she’d not only caught Kir’s response to Cassie’s casual attire, but probably had fifty or so matchmaking ideas lined up in her head. “Actually, I think we’re almost out of margaritas—”

“Oh my goodness!” Frieda threw up her hands and hurried to the kitchen. “I completely forgot I was supposed to swing by my neighbor’s house and let her dog out before it got dark.”

“Wait—what?” Cassie said.

“My neighbor. She’s out of town for the week, and I have to let her dog out twice a day. I completely forgot.”