“You paid for me?” Cassandra asked abruptly when we hit the sidewalk. I unlocked the truck and put her shopping bags in the back before opening her door. “Yeah.” She paused in front of me instead of climbing in. “Why?” It wasn’t curiosity. It was blatant mistrust. “Because I thought it’d make you happy,” I said simply. “You’ve had a time of it out here, and if I can do something easy like that to make it better, I will.”
