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No Sympathy
Tears sprung to Cassidy’s eyes as she admitted to herself for the first time just how devastated she was not to be with Brandon anymore. Talk to Christian about it was the last thing she thought would make her feel better. Maybe it did.... Then again, maybe it only made her feel worse.
“Yeah, well, you can compare those two things, but until someone has actually done it, you have no idea.”
Cassidy had no idea what Christian was talking about. “What do you mean?” She was lost. Until someone had actually done what?
“Nothing. Never mind. It doesn’t matter. Don’t tell them where I am. Lie to them. Tell them you’re in my head, and I’m relaxing on the beach, all right? Just do it Cassidy.”
She didn’t know what else to say, so she agreed. “Fine. I’ll check on you later.”
“Don’t bother. I’m fine.”
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