Losing Cassie by Kathy Ivan

Author:Kathy Ivan [Kathy Ivan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary Romance, second chance at love, reunited, on the run
Published: 2014-01-12T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

When did I stop hating her?

Staring down at her lying on her side, the firelight glow danced across her skin and the aching loneliness deep inside Jake eased. When she'd first left Cougar Hills, anger and hurt ate at him, fueled by a deep intense well of resentment which slowly over the years morphed into a hate that threatened to consume him. He'd loved her with all the innocence of youth and first love, spent every waking minute of every single day consumed with thoughts about Cassie. In class he'd watch her from across the room and want her until he ached with it. In the halls, in the cafeteria at school, he'd find excuses to be near her.

He'd finally worked up the nerve to ask her out to the Saturday matinee at the town's only movie theatre. It showed old classic movies, double features every Saturday afternoon. They were showing old beach movies with Frankie Avalon and Annette Funicello and they'd laughed at the corny story lines and the crazy dancing from the sixties. Halfway through the second feature, he'd reached for her hand, twining his fingers with hers and she'd laid her head on his shoulder. His heart was forever lost to her in that one moment of innocent trust.

Then she'd disappeared. Left Cougar Hills behind. Left him behind. No word of warning, no indication of the turmoil she'd gone through at home. She vanished with dawn's early morning light, a vapor in the wind. The most hurtful thing of all, the one thing he’d never accepted, never forgiven—she didn't say good-bye.

Reaching down, he brushed back the hair where it fell across her cheek while she slept. With a muffled sigh, she snuggled up closer against him, her breasts rubbing against his chest, his head resting on his hand. She looked so different—her hair a different color, a different style. He loved that her body had matured and filled out while she'd been gone, curves in all the right places. A lush woman's body, soft and plush, the way he liked his women. He'd never been attracted to women with fragile stick figures, all skin and bones. He loved seeing a woman look like a woman.

Leaning forward, he brushed his lips against her forehead before he eased away from her, standing and stretching out the kinks. The floor was damned hard, even with the rug. He wasn't used to roughing it anymore. He liked his creature comforts, like central heat and a soft bed. Adding a couple of logs to the low-burning fire, he walked silently into the kitchen and started the old percolator on the stovetop. No electricity in the cabin meant no coffee maker or microwave. Good thing he still remembered the mechanics of making coffee the old-fashioned way.

Movement from across the room drew his gaze back to the woman silhouetted against the firelight. Her beauty took his breath away, and he swallowed back a groan. Her dark hair flowed around her shoulders accentuating the milky white skin.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.