Blaze's Second Chance (The Sinclair Men)
By: Sam CrescentCassie cradled Whiskers closer, using her cat as a shield against the emotion bubbling up inside her.
“I brought you your stuff.” Blaze pushed the box towards her.
“Thank you. Chris said he’d bring it.” Cassie put Whiskers down and took the box from his waiting arms.
“I wanted to see you. May I please come in?” He gestured into her house.
Cassie reluctantly let him enter.
She closed the door, leading him into her small living room. “Can I get you a drink? Coffee, tea? A Coke?” The courteous part of her could never go.
“Coffee.” She nodded. Cassie went down her short hall that led into her kitchen. The house was small but easy and comfortable for a single woman.
She knew his order for coffee and made it straight from memory. Five minutes later she entered her sitting room to see him looking through her book collection. She placed the two cups of coffee on the table with the plate of biscuits.
“What did you want to see me about?” Cassie asked. She had to get him out of her house. His presence was killing her, tearing her heart and smashing it to smithereens. When would the heartache end? When would she be able to pass a stand where his picture would be spread all over the pages?
“Cassie, I don’t want to do this to you.”
“Then don’t.”
“Cassie, you don’t have to leave—”
“Yes, I do. I got involved with you that night, Blaze. To you it was just a night, but to me it meant more, and I will not spend the rest of my life watching you with someone else. I don’t want pity. I just want to ignore and forget about what happened and carry on with my life.” The speech sounded very good to her ears, but inside she was breaking. “This would be best for both of us. Less weird, and all of the other men can finally have their desired receptionist.” She forced a smile to her lips.
“If there was something, I could do—” There was not anything he could do. She knew that, and so did he.
He was getting married to a woman who carried his child. There was nothing more to say or to do. She would not have a relationship with a married man. If she had known about Francesca the night of the party then she wouldn’t have gotten involved then.
Why did she have to have more than sex in a relationship?
She couldn’t just have sex and leave it at that; she wasn’t built that way. She needed more. She wanted to be loved and to love back.
“You can’t do anything about that night. We both made a mistake, and this is the price we pay.” Cassie nodded her head and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
She wore jeans and a red shirt. She hoped he couldn’t see the extra pounds she’d put on since leaving the office.
“I shouldn’t have let you that night. If I was any kind of man I’d have forced you to turn around and leave. But I’m not that kind of man. Francesca told me what had happened – and you came in, and I had to have you. I didn’t care about anything else,” he said.
Cassie licked her lips and stared at the floor. She couldn’t do this. Not now.
“I think you should leave,” she said and walked toward the door.
She heard him following her, and she reached out to the door knob. Blaze pressed a hand above her head and closed her front door. Her heart raced, and she turned to face him.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t leave without doing this.” Blaze kissed her.
Cassie hated herself for melting against his touch. Her arms wrapped around him, and she responded, opening her lips so he could seek entry. She pulled away first and forced the door open.
Blaze caressed her cheek and left.
Chapter Four
Three years later
“She wants the house and a hefty settlement, along with a monthly expense account open and available. Mrs. Sinclair has said that if you agree with her terms then she’ll not fight for custody, and you can have complete control of Blaze Junior.” Blaze listened to his divorce lawyer while watching his little boy playing in the garden with his nanny. He was a gorgeous boy, thick dark wavy hair, sweet delicious baby face and a sharp mind, too, his son, Blaze Sinclair Jr.
“Do whatever she wants. I want that woman out of my life. Make sure that I don’t have to deal with her directly.” Blaze nodded to his lawyer and left his home office. He and his son had a date with his father. Blaze was under strict instruction to take time off work and visit his father’s home by the sea.
