Chapter Thirty Two

"Seb, shall we take her to the treehouse?" She had asked me.

"Mhmm," I agreed, knowing this would make her happy.

But despite remembering the day from the photo, my mind does something confronting. One minute, I remember Beth and how happy I was to be basking in her attention, and the next, I remember holding Cassidy's cheek in the lift. Her dimple against my palm, her laugh making my inside squeeze as she laughs at me counting sheep.

"Why are you counting sheep?" She asks me, confused, humour in her voice.

My breath shudders through my chest, my confusion and unhappiness mixing with... hope.

Fuck!

It's been eight minutes; the clock enlightens me of that, and I know I must leave and enter the meeting waiting for me to begin. But I take a further two minutes to myself.

She's perched outside on the desk that was my PA's, waiting for me as I open the door. I had hoped she would be entertaining my first client, but I realised with horror that Josh was my first meeting.

"So you mus