Blake's POV
I closed the laptop and rubbed my eyes. Fawn Jones's face was burned into my retinas now, soft features, genuine smile, eyes that looked like they'd seen too much pain but chose kindness anyway.
Nothing like Cassie.
And yet... the kindness and care for others were a match for the woman Cassie was now.
I checked my watch. Seven forty-five. I had a meeting at eight thirty that I couldn't miss, and I still needed to get moving if I was going to make it on time.
Standing, I grabbed my briefcase and headed toward the kitchen, where Ana was already setting out coffee and what looked like a fresh fruit platter.
"You off to work then, Mr. Huntington?" she asked with her warm smile.
I set my briefcase on the benchtop. "Just about to leave, Ana." I looked toward the stairs. "Mrs.
