After Zeke leaves, Cassidy stays on the couch, staring into space. The living room feels too quiet now, his words still hanging in the air.
She hugs her arms around herself, like she's trying to hold something in.
What did he mean by "you two come first"?
Of course he cares. She's Claire's mother. That's it. That has to be it.
Cassidy exhales slowly, shaking her head.
"I'm overthinking this," she whispers to herself. "He doesn't see me that way."
But the warmth in his voice, the way he looked at her… It's messing with her head.
Cassidy leans back against the cushions and closes her eyes, hoping a bit of rest would clear the thoughts she's trying so hard to ignore.
Honestly, even without his wealth or status, Zeke is a ridiculously handsome man. With deep brown eyes, jet-black hair, sharp nose, thick brows, and a chiseled jawline, his whole presence looks like it was carved by the gods themselves. With a face and body like that, getting women probably takes zero effort.
