Cassandra’s POVDillon and I had a lovely night together. I sat outside, on the veranda, and watched as Dillon expertly flipped the steaks on the barbeque. The scent of grilled meat wafted through the air, mingling with freshly blossomed lilacs.“I didn’t know you could cook,” I mused. He looked adorable, in an apron that said ‘GRILL MASTER” across the front and a massive spatula in one hand.“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me,” he smiled. Then he winked. “I actually really like cooking,” he told me. “If you can call barbequing cooking.”“I call it cooking,” I said.“Well, just you wait,” he shook the spatula at me. “I have a few more meals up my sleeve.”“You really don’t have to go through all this trouble,” I told him. “It’s not like I’m an invalid. I can look after myself.”“No, you can’t,” he said, his voice serious. “That’s why you ended up in the hospital.”Touche. He had me on that one.“All right, I just mean, you don’t have to dote on me like this,” I told him.
Cassandra’s POVI rested for three days before I even thought about work again, and it did wonders for my productivity. I honestly hadn’t realized how exhausted I was, so when I finally started working again, I was like an entirely new person. Still had the remnants of the chest cold, but Doctor Sam came back and checked me out again. He was really pleased with my progress and I said I was well on my way to being completely healthy again.This was all thanks to Dillon, of course. At first, I felt guilty about just lounging around his house while he cooked and cleaned for me, but somewhere in the middle of the second day, I just gave in. It was nice and quiet at Dillon’s and went spent the afternoons playing board games and sipping on fruit smoothies that he insisted on making. In the evening, we curled up on the couch and watched Netflix and I was in bed by 9:00 all three nights.On my fourth morning at Dillon’s, I woke feeling more refreshed than I had in years. I told Dillon I wanted
Cassandra’s POVThe next day, I went to the hospital first thing in the morning. Dillon put up a bit of a fight about me going, but I explained that I was feeling a lot better and that I needed to go and see about Dillon’s grandfather, Stanley. Dillon asked if it could wait, even a few more days but I was adamant. The FaceTime call with my parents had reminded me that I’d been neglecting Stanley when he needed me most.Plus, there was still this lingering suspicion inside of me that something was off with his illness. I’d seen him with my own two eyes that night at his birthday party. He seemed as vibrant and healthy as ever. It seemed strange to me that he had suddenly collapsed and was rushed to the hospital.I pulled into the parking lot and entered through the ambulatory care doors. Stanley’s face broke out into a huge smile when he saw me, which solidified that my decision to see him had been the right one.“Cassandra,” Stanley said, sitting himself up straighter in his bed. “To w
Cassandra’s POVWhen I arrived back at Dillon’s, I was surprised to see Stella’s car parked out front. I rushed into the house and found both Stella and Dillon in the kitchen.“What are you doing here?” I asked Stella. My mind immediately went to work. Was something wrong? Had another company released our designs? Had someone broken into our office again?But Stella smiled sheepishly and held up a massive suitcase.“I need help,” she said. Dillon was standing at the counter, pounding a chicken breast with a giant mallet.“Help with what?” I asked, eyeing the suitcase.“I can’t decide what dresses to bring…” she paused for effect … “on OUR. CRUISE!” she squealed.“What?” I asked. “Do you mean…you’re coming? On the cruise with us?” I whipped my head towards Dillon. “Did you know about this?” I asked.Dillon laughed as he pounded the chicken. “Yup,” he said. “But I was sworn to secrecy.”“Stella, this is amazing,” I replied. “We’re gonna have the BEST time ever!“I know, right?” she said,
Cassandra’s POV The next few days flew by as I packed for the cruise. I wasn’t nearly as picky as Stella when it came to packing, but I was careful to bring an assortment of clothes. There was a formal dining room on the cruise ship that required appropriate ‘formal’ wear, so I made sure I packed a few gowns. Then there was the pool, so I made sure I tossed in a couple bathing suits and cute little bathing suit cover ups. The cruise ship also had a theatre and a casino, both of which we planned to visit, so I packed some fun casual wear. I also tossed in some exercise wear for good measure, just in case, as well as plenty of sunscreen.The cruise was a short one, just two nights. But it was a one-way cruise to the Bahamas, and we were staying there for an extra couple days at a beachfront resort. All in, we’d be gone for less than a week, which wasn’t that long. I was really looking forward to just getting away though, even if it was for a short amount of time.I stayed at Dillon’s ri
Cassandra’s POVI felt like a kid in a candy store as we walked around the cruise ship. It was so big and so elegant, far better than anything I could have imagined. We found our rooms, and I was shocked to see that Dillon had arranged suites for us. I was expecting a small, cramped interior room, which honestly, I’d been a bit worried about since I had such a deep-rooted case of claustrophobia. But our suite didn’t feel small in the slightest. There was a bedroom with two queen beds and more than enough for both of us. I ran my hand over the decadent duvet cover and opened one of the mahogany dresser drawers.“Cass, come see the bathroom,” Stella called to me. I went and peeked in. It was white marble, with a glass shower and two sinks. I’d seen pictures of cruise ship rooms before and they looked nothing like this. This was….extravagant.We both walked out in the main room and gasped at the same time. The main room had a little sitting area with a small couch and a table, as well as
Cassandra’s POV “Who?” I asked. Stella dragged a chair over to the table I was sitting at. Her cheeks were flushed from excitement.“Wellll,” she said, dragging out the suspense. “We were just leaving the buffet, which, by the way, is absolutely fabulous,” she started. “Like seriously, sea food for days. I think Cam ate his weight in crab legs.”“Get to the point,” I interrupted her. She’d just come up here and interrupted my cat nap with, what was apparently, exciting news. I didn’t need a diatribe on how fabulous the buffet was. I wanted to know who she saw!!!“Okay, okay,” she chuckled. “Sometimes I forget that patience is not exactly your strong suit. So, we were leaving the buffet, and I run into…” Again, she paused.“Just TELL ME!” I urged.“Lucinda Starke!” she blurted out.“What?” I gasped. “As in THE Lucinda Starke?”“One and the same,” Stella nodded enthusiastically.I couldn’t believe it! Lucinda Starke was a famous Hollywood actress. She’d just starred in a box office hit
Cassandra’s POVI glanced at Stella. Her eyebrows were furrowed in a deep frown. I knew how she felt. I never, in a million years, thought we’d see Ellie on this cruise. And just when everything had been going so well!“Lucinda Starke has no reason to just be polite, as you pointed out, Ellie,” Stella snapped. “If she says she wants Hot House Flower to design a dress for her for a red carpet event, then I’m sure she’ll follow through.”Ellie rolled her eyes and scoffed. “She’s a public figure,” Ellie said. “Of course she’s polite. She has a hundred different designers at her fingertips. Famous ones. Why would she choose your company?”My blood boiled as I stood there, looking at Ellie. She was wearing a gorgeous bathing suit cover up and her hair fell over her shoulders in loose waves. I glanced around to see if she was with Jordyn, but I didn’t see him. How was this possible? What were the chances that she and Jordyn had chosen the same exact cruise as us? I was starting to feel like
Cassandra’s POV“Well, what the hell, hey?”Stella came up behind me, her voice gentle. She knew that there was something between Dillon and I, even if I hadn’t admitted it. She’d teased me about it several times. And now she could see the heartbreak on my face.“Why didn’t he tell me, Stella?” I asked, turning to face her. I felt my bottom lip quivering.“Heck if I know,” Stella said, shaking her head. “Men. Sometimes I really do think they’re from a different planet.”“He was married? To…her?”I glanced down the hall but Laura was gone. It was only then that I noticed Jordyn, standing in the corner of the room, in a shadow. His eyes were fixed on mine. How long had he been standing there? Had he just seen and heard the whole thing?I felt like such a fucking idiot! I’d trusted Dillon. I’d just confessed my love for him. Mind you, he’d been in a coma while I’d done it and probably hadn’t heard me. But still? I tried to steady my breathing. But I felt like everything was unravelling.“
Cassandra’s POVWhat?!I felt like I’d just been punched in the stomach. Surely, I hadn’t heard her right. She’d just said that she was….Dillon’s ex-wife?But that wasn’t possible. Dillon had never been married.I looked to Cameron, confusion all over my face. Cameron shrugged, and pressed his lips together.“Sorry, Cass. I should have told you. I just…I didn’t feel like it was my story to tell. You know?”I shook my head at Cameron. Yes! You should have told me! That’s what I yelled in my head, but I was desperate to keep my composure, which meant keeping my mouth shut.Stella apparently didn’t feel the need to do the same though.“What…the actual…fuck?” she asked, approaching us. “Did you just say…” She pointed and flicked her finger back and forth between us all… “I must have heard you wrong. Because I thought you just said that you’re Dillon’s ex-wife.”Leave it to Stella to be blunt as hell.“I did,” Laura sighed. She rubbed her hands in front of her. “I’m sorry you had to find ou
Cassandra’s POVDillon received the blood he needed, and our prayers were answered. The doctor came out to the waiting room some time in the middle of the night to deliver the good news. Stella was asleep, her head on Cameron’s lap. Cameron was flipping through a magazine on women's health (it was all that they had). I was chewing my nails right down to the flesh. I leapt to my feet when I saw the doctor.“Good news,” the doctor said, smiling. “The transfusion worked. I’m happy to say that Dillon has stabilized and he’s in the clear now.”“Is he awake?” I asked, practically pouncing on the doctor.“Yes. He woke up from his coma about a half hour ago…”“Can I see him?” I asked, cutting off the doctor. He shook his head.“I know you’re eager to see your husband, but I’m afraid he needs to rest right now,” the doctor told us.“Where’s Laura?” Cameron asked, as Stella continued to sleep. I couldn’t help but notice that Cameron kept affectionately petting her head, stroking her hair with hi
Cassandra’s POVI’d never seen that woman before in my life. I was surprised to see her hugging Cameron. Stella and Jordyn were nowhere to be found. Perhaps they were still in the waiting room?As I approached, I got a good look at her. She was dressed well, in a cashmere two piece suit, with a white silk shirt underneath. She looked profession, well put together. She had gorgeous, black, silky hair that was long and straight. As I got closer, she glanced over at me. She had the bluest eyes I’d ever seen.She was roughly the same age as me, I figured, give or take a year. She was stunning, in a classic beauty sort of way. She looked like someone who belonged in a penthouse on Park Avenue in New York. She was elegant, right down to her suede Louis Vuitton’s pumps and French manicured nails.Clearly, Cameron knew who she was. They both had concern etched on their faces as they talked. But when Cameron saw me approaching, his expression shifted to a more intense look of worry.“Cassandra
Cassandra’s POVI entered Dillon’s room and my heart sunk. He was hooked up to even more machines than before, and his face was paler than I’d ever seen it. The machine beside him beeped rhythmically, showing his heart beat.But his eyes were closed.It killed me to see him like this, in a coma. I went to his bedside and took his hand in mine.The doctor had said that I should talk to him. What was I supposed to say? Tears brimmed in my eyes as I looked at his lifeless face. Cameron said he’d found a match for Dillon, but he was vague about who that was. I didn’t push the issue. As far as I was concerned, it was a miracle. Apparently this person was on her way. Dillon’s condition was critical though. The doctor told us that, at any moment, his organs could start shutting down.I stroked his hand with my thumb, thinking about what to say to him. Then a little voice inside my head told me to just speak from my heart.So that’s what I did. “Dillon,” I said softly. “I don’t know if yo
Cassandra’s POV“Isn’t good?” I asked. I felt faint. My heart was beating so fast I could hear it in my ears. “What does that mean?”“Dillon needs blood,” the doctor said. “Without it, there’s a high chance that his organs will shut down again. We’re doing everything we can for him. But without more blood, there’s really nothing we can do.”I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. How was this possible? Dillon needed blood. There had to be blood, somewhere. There had to be someone with Dillon’s blood type.“We’re going to keep calling around. Unfortunately, because the blood is so rare, we often don’t get a lot of it from donors. So in the meantime, if any of you know someone with his blood type, then please. Reach out. I’m afraid the situation is quite dire.”With that, the doctor patted me on the arm and walked away.I watched him walk away, stunned. If we know anyone? How the hell were we supposed to know anyone with Dillon’s rare blood? Wasn’t that their job? This was a hospital for
Cassandra’s POVAgain, we found ourselves waiting. Again, we found ourselves tense with worry. Again, Stella stuffed her mouth with sugary snacks. And again, my thoughts turned to the worst case scenario.The doctor had told us nothing. There was no news, no updates. We were stuck in a holding pattern that felt like it went on forever. At one point, I felt like I would break. I honestly didn’t know how much more of this I could take.I’d been there, with him, in the room. He’d been smiling. A little groggy, yes, and talking nonsense about being my husband, but he had seemed…well. Hadn’t he?What had happened? One moment he’d been sleeping and the next? He’d been convulsing.He was in surgery. Again. That was all we knew.And again, all we could do was wait.I don’t know how long it was before Dr. Forter came back. I’d lost all sense of time. Hell, I didn’t even know what day it was anymore. Our time in the warehouse, with Ellie and her stupid pictures felt like a lifetime ago. Had it r
Cassandra’s POVShit.I was worried that Dillon was going to correct the nurse. And if he did, they might kick me out of here. So I gave Dillon a look that said, follow along. Although, he was pretty out of it so I wasn’t sure if would pick up what I was laying down.“He’s so brave, isn’t he? My husband.” I enunciated the last word, hoping Dillon would catch on. “Cameron and Stella are here, too,” I said. “But they can’t see you yet since they’re not family.” Again, I enunciated the last word.“Husband,” Dillon sighed contentedly. “I like the sounds of that.”“There, there,” I told him, hoping he wouldn’t say anything else. The nurse was nice and quick, thankfully. She just took a few vitals and jotted some things down.“All done,” she smiled. “He does need to rest though. So not too long of a visit, okay?” “Of course,” I said.When she was gone, I explained to Dillon that I was pretending to be his wife so they’d let me see him.“We don’t have to pretend,” he said, his voice stil
Cassandra’s POVI waited with breath held for Dr. Forter to tell me about Dillon. Cameron and Stella appeared behind him and came to join me.“He’s out of surgery,” the doctor said. “We were able to extract the bullet cleanly. Thankfully, it didn’t hit any major organs. He’s stable, for now. But he’s lost a lot of blood so we’re monitoring him closely.”His words were like heaven to my ears.“Stable?” I asked. “That’s good, right?”“It is,” the doctor smiled. “He’s not completely out of the woods yet, so to speak. But it looks very promising at the moment. It’s a good thing he got here when he did.”“Can I see him?” I asked. I felt an enormous weight lifting off my chest. I’d feared the worst, we all had. I’d been terrified that the doctor was going to come and tell us that Dillon hadn’t made it. But now that he was stable, my mind immediately turned to thoughts of seeing him.“You can, yes. But not quite yet. He’s still waking up from surgery.”“I want to see him too,” Cameron quipped