just because Mike made your life a misery—–’
‘Let’s not talk about that, Chris.’
Cassandra interrupted him, but Chris was determined to be heard. ‘Why not?’ he demanded. ‘I know he’s dead, and you don’t want to say bad things about him, but let’s face it—he wasn’t the man to make you happy.’
Cassandra went to plug in the kettle. ‘Maybe it was my fault,’ she mumbled, her back to him, smarting from the remembrance of her lunch with Jay Ravek. ‘Maybe I don’t—well—–’
‘Well—what?’
‘I don’t know.’ She sighed. ‘Maybe I attract the wrong kind of men.’
‘What—–’ muttered Chris, swearing under his breath, but Cassandra heard him and shook her head.
‘I mean it. Perhaps the kind of man I really need isn’t attracted to me.’
‘Oh, Cass—–’
‘Well, why not?’ She grimaced. ‘I guess I give the wrong impression. Mike used to say that.’
Chris raised his eyes heavenward. ‘Cass, you’re a sexy lady—–’
‘I may look that way, but I’m not,’ declared Cassandra firmly, her lips twitching a little at the incongruity of this conversation. ‘Honestly, Chris, I don’t think I’m cut out for—well, for that kind of a relationship. I thought I was—but I was wrong.’
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