“If there’s a skinny, blond model there with you, I’d just as soon not join you,” she said bluntly.

“Laura…I’m alone. Come over.”

She sighed. “This is a bad idea.”

“I promise I’ll behave.”

Laura grabbed the bridge of her nose and squeezed. “We should…we should talk.”

“I think we are talking…right?”

Laura smiled. Well, apparently Cassidy wanted to pretend that the kiss never happened. She also wondered if she was going to pretend that she didn’t leave extra early last Sunday to avoid her. But she was here early, Laura noted. Extra early on a Friday. Oh, it didn’t matter. None of it mattered.

“Okay. Let me change. I’ll be right over.”

* * *

Cassidy wasn’t sure what it was about Laura that made her question her own self-assurance, but as soon as the call ended, she felt a little apprehensive…a bit nervous. She, who prided herself on her confidence, was feeling nervous, of all things…because Laura was coming over.

Maybe she shouldn’t have called her. Maybe she should have waited until tomorrow. But no. Erica and Amber were coming tomorrow. They were spending the night. And for once, Cassidy hadn’t been the one to extend the invitation. Erica had called on Thursday, saying they were free for the weekend and would she mind guests. What was she supposed to say? No? No, she couldn’t have guests because she was all mixed up inside because she and Laura kissed. Wouldn’t Erica find that amusing? Cassidy—who could date any woman she wanted—was feeling insecure because she and Laura kissed.

You’ve kissed lots of women, she reminded herself. Tons. Why was Laura’s kiss different? She swallowed, glancing to the spot where they’d been. It was different because she hadn’t been in control. No…she’d felt light-headed. She’d felt faint, for God’s sake.

“Are you okay?”

She jumped, finding the woman who had been invading her thoughts for the last week. She looked at Laura. Not just the last week, no. Much longer than that.

“Cassidy?”

She finally shook her thoughts away and smiled. “Hey.”

Laura came closer, a frown on her face. “A million miles away?”

Cassidy nodded. “Lost in thought, yes.” She took a step away from Laura. “Beer?”

Laura eyed her suspiciously. “You’re acting weird.”

“That’s because I don’t know how to act.”

“I thought you said that we didn’t need to talk.”

“I never said that.”

Laura pulled off her shirt and Cassidy’s breath held. Laura pointed at her. “Get in the pool. I’ll get the floats. I’ll bring the beer.”