Happy Saturday! I’m hoping that a combination of your boredom and my persistence will lead you to eventually pick up and try one of my Cassie’s Space series. I’m taking a snippet from book five today, Cassie’s Conflict.
A run in with a hateful woman at her club has left Cassie furious and needing a place to vent. She heads to Sue’s where she finds a sympathy ear and a pitchers of martinis. They are well into the martinis when Sue’s husband arrives. Can we agree, Cassie’s Tom is not going to be happy.
Piecing things together later, Steve must have come in somewhere near the end of the second pitcher of martinis. He was there for a milder version of our earlier conversation, still plenty of cursing, threats on Clara’s car and lawn and the occasional song. After standing and listening to us for a relatively short period of time, he went to the other room and called Tom. I heard all about the conversation later.
“Hey, Tom, you home yet?” Steve asked.
“No, I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes. What’s up?”
“Well, I think you better come by our house and collect Cassie first.”
Tom was on instant alert. “What’s wrong? Is she hurt?”
“Oh no,” Steve assured him. “In fact, I would say neither one of our wives is feeling any pain.”
Tom was quiet for a minute then said, “Are you telling me she’s drunk?” Drunk was much too harsh a word. I was a bit tipsy perhaps, but I was not drunk. “I’ll be right there,” Tom went on, not waiting for Steve to say any more. “Did she drive over?”
“Her keys are in my pocket,” he assured Tom. “I stole them right out of her purse before I called you.”