Sasha knew Axel and Cassidy’s parents died in a car accident when they were young. Their grandmother raised them until she passed away when Axel was eighteen. He’d always felt responsible for his sister, and Cassidy had sometimes felt stifled by his overprotective nature and just wanted to live her life.

Sasha wondered now if Adam had been Cassidy’s way out of being under her brother’s constant scrutiny. She didn’t want to upset her friend by asking.

Besides, there was something else Sasha wanted to know. “How was your night at Dash’s place?” She’d never seen Xander’s brother so concerned about a woman. Not in his early days of fame when she’d first met him, and Xander had obviously not seen him act that way since.

A blush rose to Cassidy’s cheeks. “He was actually sweet. Really worried, you know? He had to sneak around my brother to actually check on me, but I appreciated it.”

Oh, no. Sasha knew that look on her friend’s face. “You cannot fall for Dash Kingston. He lives and loves his rock-star lifestyle. And Xander has said he doesn’t see his brother settling down.”

“What? I’m not,” she said too quickly, making Sasha question the denial. “I know the lifestyle well from Axel. He’s no saint with women, either. Trust me.” She picked up her glass and took a drink. “Now why are we so focused on my life? I’d rather talk about what’s going on with you and Xander?”

It was Sasha’s turn to flush. Just the thought of Xander and his hands on her body could do that to her. “Things have gotten intense.” She rose and began to collect the garbage and walk over to the trash can, tossing it in.

“What are you going to do about… everything?”

She lifted her hands, exasperated. “I wish I knew. Rebecca says she has something to discuss when my part of filming is over. She doesn’t want to distract me from work on this project.” And every time she thought about the future, her stomach twisted into uncomfortable knots.

Cassidy rose and walked over, clasping her hands. “Whatever you do, whatever you decide, I’ve got your back.”

Sasha threw her arms around her friend and hugged her tight. “You’re the best, Cass. And I hope you know the feeling is mutual.” She released her too tight grasp and stepped back. “Just know you can leave, stay, hole up, do anything you want until this mess blows over. I’m here for you, too.”

“Well, I’m staying.”

Sasha let out the breath she hadn’t been aware of holding. “And I’m so glad.”

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