“I can’t just date my daughter’s twenty-two-year-old best friend because she’s good in bed.” Cassie had fled down the hall to the bathroom and closed the door as quietly as she could. It shouldn’t have been a big deal. She’d told herself that then and was still telling herself now, two days later. It wasn’t a big deal. She’d said the same thing to Acacia countless times, because they weren’t dating. But Cassie’s chest had tightened at the disdain in Erin’s voice. Did Cassie sound like that whenever she told Acacia? Erin had sounded so scornful. Cassie hated it.
