My daily trades had been at margin, no profit, no loss. The usual enjoyment I had for trading was pushed aside by thoughts of Cassie. I hadn't seen her since Sunday morning, her day busy with her mother. Monday I'd had an engagement with old friends. Sitting in traffic I was feeling a bit morose; Tuesdays was Cassie's gymnastics practice. I wouldn't see her.Cars moved in a sudden spurt, advancing twenty-odd meters before stopping. Frustrations made me boil inside when I saw our traffic jam was the result of an accident on the south-bound side of the Parkway, north-bound drivers slowing to gawp at the three cars caught in a fender-bender."Assholes!" I yelled at the other drivers. It didn't help.I was officially in a foul mood when I parked my Acura Vigor in the drive. Opening the front door I saw Cassie's backpack on the hall floor. My heart skipped. What was she doing here on a Tuesday?"Cassie?" I called out, looking in the living room, dining room and kitchen. Climbing the stairs I. Grinding his teeth, he strode across the room and inserted himself between Cass and the douche grinding against her. She didn’t bother hiding her smirk as she asked, ‘Jealous?’ No, he wasn’t jealous. He was ready to tear the fucker’s head from his body for touching her, but that didn’t make him jealous. Shit. He was jealous. ‘It doesn’t matter.’ Right. His jaw was clenched, his hands balled into fists and his eyes were aglow with blue fire, but it didn’t matter. Uh-huh. ‘Dance with me then.’ It was a bad idea, but he wrapped his arms around her anyway. She fit there so well, and she smelled so good. He didn’t know whether it was shampoo or perfume, but the grapefruit smell was perfectly hers and made him ache. She didn’t know how long they simply stood there locked together before he tilted her chin up and brushed his lips over hers. ‘Distraction equals death, Cass. We can’t do this.’ She tore from his arms, stalking to the other side of the room. Dammit, dammit, dammit. She didn’t.
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