consider him. Or had that one night in high school, when he hadn’t showed, been that devastating to her? “Because of what happened in high school?”
Cassie closed her eyes briefly, as though reliving that night, then cast him a somber glare. “Being stood up for homecoming is a pretty big deal for a young girl.”
A tick worked at Jake’s jaw. “I know. But it had nothing to do with you.”
“It was as if you’d just dropped off the planet, Jake. I never heard from you again.”
Jake gritted his teeth. Just when life should have been about cars and girls and going out with your friends, his life had been a mess. And he had pretty much dropped off the planet. His father had finally admitted Jake’s existence that night and had come for him. In one insane instant Jake’s whole life had changed. “It couldn’t be helped, Cassie.” Jake paused. “Is that the only reason you don’t want me taking you to the wedding?”
“Not exactly,” Cassie answered. “I have a much better reason.”
Jake couldn’t wait to hear this one. “I’m listening.”
She looked him dead in the eyes, hers, wide, green and so honest. “It’s because I’m attracted to you.”
Jake flinched again. He took a moment to let that sink in, staring at her, trying to understand what the woman meant, but none of it made sense. It was the last thing he’d expected her to say. “And that’s a bad thing?”
She bobbed her head up and down. “Oh, a very bad thing. You see, I’m a terrible judge of what’s good for me. What happened in high school with you was just the beginning. From then on I made a string of bad choices, always hooking up with the wrong guy. I’ve been hurt, Jake, and I don’t trust my instincts anymore. I’ve made too many mistakes. I refuse to make any more. That’s why that bull rider would have been perfect for me. I didn’t feel a thing for him.”
Jake silently applauded her for that. He slid his hand down his jaw and took a deep breath. Leaning toward her again, he took her hands in his, greatly relieved her rejection hadn’t been entirely because of him or that one night, but because of her own insecurities. He owed this woman and a compelling tug in his heart had him offering to help her. “Listen, Cassie, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to you, too. That’s not the issue here. Besides, tomorrow we’re both going our own separate ways, right?”
Cassie nodded slowly, keeping her gaze fastened to his.
“Let me take you to your brother’s wedding. It’d be like a make up date for the one in our past. We’ll spend the evening together. You’ll be able to enjoy the wedding and then we’ll part company. It’s as simple as that.”
“I don’t know.” She began shaking her head. Jake knew she didn’t really trust him. He couldn’t blame her for that. They really didn’t know each other anymore. All she had to go on was what she knew of him in the past. And he hadn’t left her with a good impression. But Jake felt a compelling need to set this one part of his past to rights.
He couldn’t afford anything more with Cassie Munroe.
“Look, your brother already thinks I’m your date. Why change that?”
Cassie hesitated, drawing in her lower lip, contemplating. Finally she asked, “You really think we can pull it off?”
Jake nodded. “We can manage one evening together, don’t you think? We’ve already spent a night together, and that didn’t turn out so badly, did it?”
She chuckled, the sound a relief to his ears. “No, not really.”
“What time is the wedding?”
“We have to be at the riverboat dock at four-thirty. They’re getting married under the London Bridge in Lake Havasu, so the boat has to leave on time.”
Jake calculated his timetable. “I’ve got a rodeo event scheduled today. I have to compete. I need those points to win the championship. It’s been my goal for five years and this is the closest I’ve come. But I’ll meet you at that dock at four-thirty. It’s a promise.”
Cassie stood and for the first time today she appeared hopeful. “Okay, that’s the best offer I’ve had in months. I’d better get into the shower then.”
He rose from the bed, also. “I’ll get your bags out of the car. Just give me the code this time, okay?”
“Okay, and thanks, Jake.” Cassie stood on tiptoes and brought her lips to his, ready to give him a quick kiss.
On instinct Jake cupped her head, feeling the silkiness of her short hair fall through his fingers. He bent her head up and brought his mouth down, taking a full taste from her lips. She was sweet and giving and her mouth moved with his too well. She made a little whimpering sound that sped his pulse and he deepened the kiss, pressing her closer, realizing that their bodies touched intimately. Jake backed up slightly, holding her away, fearful she’d know the true extent of his desire. He wanted her. But he wasn’t going to do a darn thing about it.
He was righting a past wrong, doing them each a favor, and then they’d part company, just as he’d pledged.
Three
Cassie stood on the boat dock, looking out at the bright blue water of the Colorado River rushing by. Its quick, unyielding flow matched the pace of her heartbeats. With clear skies and a slight breeze, it was the perfect setting for a wedding on a riverboat.
She clutched her black satin purse tight and glanced at her watch, realizing that it was already past four-thirty. Many of the passengers had already boarded, the captain ushering them on with a graceful smile. Cassie closed her eyes and held her breath, taking in warm Nevada air. Any minute now she’d have to board that boat, alone.
No use prolonging the inevitable, she thought. Jake wasn’t a man to be trusted. He’d told her what she wanted to hear at the moment, but he hadn’t followed through. She’d been a fool, once again where Jake Griffin was concerned. Now she had to face Brian’s guests and her ex-fiancé Rick included, alone. So be it. Cassie mustered her courage, fighting off disappointment, and began the lonely climb across the plank leading to the Sundance.
Darn, she’d been looking forward to having Jake accompany her to the wedding, but maybe, in the long run, this was for the best. After the way he had kissed her this morning in the hotel room, Cassie’s mind went on a downward slide. No man had ever kissed her with such immediate urgency and passion. No man had ever made her knees buckle like that before. And no man wore a Stetson the way Jake Griffin did.
All the more reason she should be glad he hadn’t made it on board.
Cassie strode along the lower deck of the boat, smiling at Brian and Alicia’s guests as she approached the crowded cocktail bar. She ordered a drink and waited patiently. She had nothing but time. The wedding ceremony wouldn’t happen for at least an hour. When the boat began to move away from the dock, she sighed with resignation.
Just a few more hours, Cassie, and it will all be over.
“Whiskey sour, for the lady,” the bartender said with a sly wink, sliding the glass her way.
“Thanks.” She picked up her drink, brought the
