All Chapters of Third Eye P.I.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

They began to wrestle the four yearlings that were heading out for sale into the trailer. Cassie enjoyed the task until one of the yearlings, a particularly feisty little bugger, bit her on the shoulder. "Jesus, Fuck!" Cassie squealed, and before she knew it, Ben appeared next to her. He pulled her t-shirt neckline over her shoulder to assess the damage. Cassie blushed as thoughts of what his hands did to her the night before washed over her. She looked down at her shoulder surprised that it wasn't bleeding because it hurt like hell. The pain lessened as Ben's touch created familiar shockwaves that awakened the hunger between her legs, causing her to forget her throbbing shoulder. Eryn strolled over and smiled apologetically. "I should have warned you about Piper. He can be a bit of a dick.""At least he didn't break the skin. You better go put some ice on that. I got this," Ben said, swallowing hard as he took the lead from Cassie and gently hauled Piper onto the trailer. "

Cassie took her time on the drive because she intended to give Eryn a decent head start. It was the least she could do, and it gave her time to ponder why her marriage had fallen apart. Truthfully, she thought things were good, but it was an illusion, a cleverly disguised lie. Something had to have been missing from their marriage if Greg felt the need to full-on pursue Sara. If it had been a mistake, a drunken one-off, Cassie might have been able to forgive him, but forgiveness just seemed like an impossibility. He was in love with Sara. The line had been drawn. The worst part was learning that Greg wasn't the devoted husband she so foolishly thought him to be. Everything she thought to be true, wasn't. Cassie couldn't even comprehend the kind of asshole who carried on as if his marriage was perfect while chasing his wife's sister. That kind of man was not the man she loved, but it turned out to be the man she married. Somehow, she missed the signs. The last three years of ha

Cassie stared through the window of her minivan, eyeing the house she shared with Greg. The thought of stepping back inside to clear out her belongings was more than she could bear, but she knew it had to be done. The sun had begun to rise behind the house, surrounding it with a colorful halo-like glow. It looked so inviting, the perfect home, their home, what used to be her home. Sighing, she stepped out of the van and approached the house. As requested, Greg left the key under the mat. Cassie entered the house, startled to discover she felt like an intruder in a stranger's home. It was partly true. Although it had only been a few days since all hell broke loose, it felt like a lifetime. Tears escaped her eyes, but she swiped them away. Looking around the home they had shared so many good times in, she broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. The good memories she had were buried beneath the horrifying vision of her husband shagging her sister. She lost too much. Dreams of a futur

Randy knocked before opening the door to the first office on the left. Bursting with anticipation, her bubble deflated when she saw what reclined behind the desk of the pristine office. They must have worked all weekend to clean it, but the amazing office transformation was forgotten as soon as Cassie's eyes beheld the new guy. It took everything she had to disguise her disappointment. He didn't look like the kind of guy one would expect to ride a motorbike. He wasn't ugly, but he wasn't by any means hot. He was ordinary, nerdy. His freshly cut, wavy, light brown hair framed his clean-shaven face, and a lock of hair that had somehow escaped its otherwise flawless arrangement draped lazily across his forehead. As he stood, Cassie scanned his profile. He was maybe 5'8" with a medium build, piercing blue eyes, and black-rimmed glasses. Smoothing his hands down his body to straighten his clothes, he looked awkward, nervous, but it was only momentary and quickly replaced with a confident

By the time Cassie got home, Eryn was already in bed, so she couldn't ask when Ben would be coming home. She might be missing him. Hmmm.Then again, it could be her slutty hormones that were missing him. Exhausted, Cassie crawled over the boxes and bags of clothes that crowded her room and plopped into bed. Thoughts of her rendezvous with Ben crept into her mind. Mostly, she hoped for a repeat performance. Snuggling under the blankets, she continued to reminisce until dosing off.Cassie woke early and headed to the kitchen for coffee. She was happy to find Eryn at the table enjoying hers. "Hey, how did yesterday go?" Eryn asked."Not so great. I might have a lead, but I have no idea where it's going." Cassie didn't want to discuss her psycho vengeance antics."I was referring to your visit to the house, and you know it." Eryn glared at her, knowing Cassie was intentionally avoiding the topic."It went fine. I got everything I wanted. I just need to find time to unpack e