After school was over, Cassie slung her bag over her shoulder and walked toward the road, ready to hail a cab and head straight home.
Her plan was simple: disappear into her aunt’s house, avoid all thoughts of Luke Hudson, and pretend her life wasn’t spiraling into a ridiculous soap opera.
But as she stepped off the sidewalk, she spotted someone standing beside a sleek, polished black SUV parked a few feet away.
It was Luke Hudson’s assistant, his overly professional, perfectly put-together PA.
She wore a tailored suit and carried herself with the air of someone who had everything under control, even when no one else did.
The PA waved at Cassie, smiling faintly and called after her, “Miss Cassie.”
Cassie’s steps slowed as dread settled in the pit of her stomach. She approached ca
