Cassidy reached out a shaking hand and grasped the back of a chair before lowering herself into it. She still stared at the spot where Laura had been. Where Laura had been kissing her.

“What the hell just happened?” she whispered to the night.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Laura intentionally stayed in bed longer than usual. An hour longer and even then, she was afraid to get up. Afraid that she’d hear Cassidy’s familiar morning greeting at the fence.

“Hey, you out there?”

Of course, she could always just take her coffee inside. That would prevent her from having to answer. That would prevent her from having to see Cassidy. Because, right now, she simply couldn’t see her. She was afraid to see her.

She rolled over and faced the window. She wanted to tell herself that it was just a kiss…a little, silly nothing kiss. That’s what she wanted to tell herself. That’s what she wanted to believe. But it would do no good to lie to herself. Because never in her life had a kiss made her dizzy before. Never before had she feared her knees would buckle. Never had she felt a kiss all the way down to her toes.

She closed her eyes, once again reliving the kiss in her mind. And once again feeling butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

“Oh, God,” she whispered. What was she going to do now? How could she possibly face Cassidy after that?

She tried to muster up some anger toward Cassidy. It was her fault. She’d asked her not to kiss her. She’d told her it wasn’t a good idea. But no. Cassidy hadn’t heeded her warning. She kissed her anyway. So Laura wanted to be angry with Cassidy.

If only those damn butterflies would get out of her stomach.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

“If you don’t jump on this one, you’re out of your mind,” Tanya announced after ignoring Cassidy’s closed office door and barging inside.

Cassidy feigned ignorance. “What are you talking about?”

“Laura. I’m talking about Laura.”

Cassidy shook her head. “Don’t read anything into it. We’re just friends.”

“Just friends, my ass.”

Cassidy sighed and leaned back in her chair. “Tanya, she’s…she’s not my type.”

Tanya sat down across from her, her head shaking disapprovingly. “She’s exactly your type. It’s all these other women who keep waltzing through your life who aren’t your type. Don’t you know that by now?”

Cassidy met her gaze. “Laura…Laura scares me.”

Tanya’s expression softened. “You’re attracted to her and that scares you?”

Cassidy nodded. “Yes. I don’t feel like I’m in control when I’m around her.”

“And we all know you like to be in control,” she stated. “You should see your face when you look at her, Cassidy. It’s like you’re glowing or something.”