It had been a long day. It seemed every single petty, childish adult had decided to visit VA Beach this week. And they’d all elected to stay at the Sheraton. And, of course, nothing was to anyone’s satisfaction and when it wasn’t, where did they come running? To Cassie.
She’d spent the day soothing and coddling, biting back snappy retorts as she threatened to tell the guests they were not actually right, but far from it. But those weren’t the kinds of remarks made by good managers. Instead, she’d evaded and soothed and bottled up all her anger. As a result? She was exhausted.
But a good manager’s work was never done. In her haste to leave, Natalie had forgotten her coat and Cassie had decided to just drop it by the house. It was, after all, on her way home.
Which is exactly how she found herself in front of the Connors home. But the man fixing the porch step, well, he wasn’t a Connors. Far from it.
The moment Cassie recognized Owen-- which, unfortunately, wasn’t until after he’d already seen her since when she’d pulled up, she’d been in the midst of an imaginary conversation with one of the more snappy guests from earlier in which she finally managed to tell him exactly what he could do with his comment card --she’d quickly tried to reason whether or not she could back out of there without stopping. Maybe she’d taken a wrong turn? Right into the Connors’ driveway? Oh, that would never work.
That’s okay. She could do this. She hadn’t seen him since their breakup but isn’t time supposed to heal all wounds? All she had to do was put on her big girl panties and get out of the car. Get out of the car. Move your arm. Grab the handle. There you go. Now pull. PULL, CASSIE. There. Good. Now left leg out. And then the right. Good. There. Shut the door.
And then, she looked up. And caught sight of him staring at her. Her heart almost stopped then and there. He looked just the same. She could almost blink and be back in his arms again, everything forgotten.
And then he spoke. And the icy blade slashed through her heart as his harsh words broke through all her defenses. It wasn’t the same. It was never the same. She’d let him go. And now, it seemed, she’d have to prove she was fine without him.
Except she wasn’t. Maybe she’d never be.
“Oh,” was all she could think to say. She studied him, noticing the way time had made subtle changes here and there. His eyes were darker or maybe that was just the light. He looked older, almost worn like he was a boat that had been battered in a storm.
But he was still just as handsome as she remembered. And the butterflies still took flight, doing laps around her stomach at the mere sight of him.
She’d forgotten why she came. With a start, she remembered. “Natalie forgot her coat,” she said lamely. “I know it’s hot and everything but she might need it? It’s supposed to be colder tonight and it’s on my way so I thought I’d drop it by. But if she’s not here I can always give it to her tomorrow. Or I can call her? I knew I should’ve called before I just dropped by. But, like I said, it’s on my way. I thought I’d just drop by and give it back to her. But I’ll just give it to her tomorrow. Or I could leave it with you....”
Nope. Stop. You’re babbling now. Cassie, stop talking.
She came to an abrupt halt, realizing her mistake an instant too late. Why had she asked him for a favor? Why had she babbled? Now he’d know she was nervous. She only babbled like that when she was too nervous to sift through her thoughts properly. Instead, they all just came rushing out her mouth. Much like on their first date....
Quickly pushing that thought aside, she grasped her forehead in her left hand, turning a little to look past Owen in the other direction. With a small sigh, she met his gave again. “No, nevermind. I’ll-- I’ll just go. I’ll give it to her tomorrow. I’m sorry to bother you. I’ll let you get back to your work. Sorry.”