It was that thought from Chris that Cassie held in her mind as she got ready for the interview. She put on black dress pants and a red sweater that hugged her figure and accentuated her breasts. She brushed her long, blond hair until it moved freely across her shoulders, then she pulled it back into a loose ponytail. She applied her make up carefully, smudging her liquid liner around the perimeter of her hazel eyes. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled.
“Good to go,” she told herself. She grabbed her purse and phone, texted Micki at Wild Panther to let her know she was on her way, and she closed and locked her door. Walking down the street to Wild Panther, Cassie looked around and felt nothing but pride and love for her neighborhood. Vine Harbor wasn’t exactly a small town; it h
