Cassie had helped, though. Too much, maybe. Erin felt better every time the other woman smiled at her. Being rude to Cassie on the phone at Thanksgiving was supposed to put an end to any possibility between them. Erin should’ve left it at that. She should’ve been okay with Cassie thinking she was a bitch. It’d be smarter than whatever they were doing now. Because they were doing … something. Even if Erin wasn’t sure what it was. All she knew was it felt dangerous every time their eyes met. Like a lit match. Their eye contact was combustible.
