Chapter 3 -With that attitude ...

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**Chapter 3**

**With That Attitude?**

“Hey, Greyson. How’s Meg, Isabella, and Eli?”

“They’re fine.”

“I thought you’d be with them this afternoon, but Jake was there instead.”

Cassie noticed Greyson roll his eyes before he forced a smile. He recognized Jenna’s calculated tone.

“Cassie,” he said, steering the conversation, “my family and I always come here after church. It’s a ritual—to remind ourselves we’re still a unit.”

The waitress—Jenna—faked a smile and turned to Cassie. “Cassie Hunter. Aren’t you engaged to a man you refuse to show the world?”

Cassie met her gaze evenly. “I respect his privacy. Unlike you, I don’t perform for an audience. You ignored me entirely when we walked in. Either serve us both or find someone who can.”

Jenna’s mask slipped. “Must you be so mean? Greyson’s a family friend. It’s been two years since his wife died. We care about our own here—something you’d know if you had compassion.”

“You don’t know me,” Cassie replied, her voice icy. “I’m here to eat, not play therapist. Do your job, or I’ll review this place as *hostile*.”

Greyson blinked, impressed by her steel. “Jenna, we’ll share the fish and chips. White bread and cola, please.”

Jenna stiffened. “No rye bread for your *lady friend*. Want me to fetch wine in the rain too?”

Cassie laughed dryly. “This is a family restaurant—no alcohol. Stick to the menu.”

“Will that be all?” Jenna snapped.

“Yes,” Cassie said.

As Jenna turned to leave, she added, “Grey, Isabella was acting out today. She needs you.”

“Later, Jenna. You have my number.”

“It’s urgent—”

Cassie cut in. “Go talk. But make it quick. I’m starving.”

Jenna smirked. “I don’t see what he sees in you. You’re such a—”

Greyson gripped Jenna’s elbow, steering her away. Cassie’s phone rang—Jake.

“Turner.”

“Cassandra Hunter.” His voice was clipped.

“I’m sorry about dinner. Got stuck in an elevator.”

“You okay?”

“Handled it. I was at C.G. Holdings house-hunting.”

“Your father acquiring them?”

“No. Figured you’d appreciate space today—it’s your best friend’s memorial. Two years already.”

“You never talk about *your* past either.”

Cassie’s breath hitched. “Jake… I lost the ring.”

“Track it. The app’s on your phone.”

“Of course. You think of everything.”

“Come home. I’ll wait up.”

“On my way.”

Cassie grabbed her keys, searching for Greyson. A staffer pointed outside. The storm had paused, and Jenna’s voice carried through the damp air:

“I used Isabella as an excuse to get you away from *her*. Do you know who she is? You let her call you *Grey*—only Viv did that!”

“She’s nothing to me.”

“Liar. You look at her like she’s… *everything*. She’s Jake’s fiancée!”

Cassie stepped into view. Both froze.

“Don’t bother,” she said, voice steady. “Jenna can drive you home. I paid for dinner already.”

Greyson reached for her. “Cassie—”

She raised a hand. “I thought you were different. Turns out you’re just another liar.”

Jenna sneered. “Feisty, aren’t you?”

Cassie turned. “Tell your boss I’ll be revising my review. And Jenna? Start a war, and I’ll end it.”

“Cocky little—”

Greyson silenced her with a glare. Cassie walked away as rain resumed.

“You’re on thin ice,” Jenna hissed.

“She’ll survive,” Greyson said, pulling out his phone. “I’ll call a cab.”