Bare Essentials: Naughty, But Nice. Leslie Kelly
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pleasure of meeting her. And…” She looked around to make sure they were alone. “You know, I always wanted to live there, up on the hill, but to tell you the truth, now that I’m there I’m realizing it’s awfully quiet. I’m going stir-crazy.”
Uh-huh. The ex-wife of a surgeon. Mother of…a very sticky-looking kid. Bored? Cassie didn’t believe it. Not in Pleasantville. No, the town she knew like the back of her own hand didn’t breed nice, compassionate people. It bred smallness. Meanness.
And she was here to repay that in kind. “I’ve got to get busy.”
“Sure. I’m hoping to bake again tonight. If I do, I’ll stop by tomorrow.”
“Uh-huh.” Maybe Cassie should give tours of just the bedroom, show everyone the mirrored ceilings. Wait. Maybe they should sell mirrors to put on the ceilings!
“See you tomorrow then.” Stacie smiled. “I’m glad we met.”
Before Cassie could process the words, Stacie walked away, swinging her daughter’s hand.
She was glad they’d met.
But how could that be?
* * *
CASSIE SPENT THE rest of the day and the next readying the interior of the building. She’d been working on it all week, paying for manual labor when she had to, using high school seniors who were grateful for the cash.
And who didn’t remember her from her youth.
She was sure their parents did, and wondered what they thought of Cassie now, paying their sons to do work for a Tremaine.
Then wondered why she cared. She didn’t care. Not one little bit.
Oh, damn them all anyway. It burned like hell that she’d never accomplish that last thing on her list. In this town’s eyes, no matter what, she’d never become someone.
And it burned even more that she thought about it.
It angered her enough to forego the cheap labor for the day and to do it all herself. The boys seemed quite disappointed when she’d told them to go. Cassie wasn’t sure if that was because of the cash she paid them, or her overalls, under which she wore a comfy, but very skimpy, crop-top.
Didn’t matter. They were gone and she was alone. Contrary to popular belief, she was very capable of hard work. She loved hard work.
The alone part was a little unnerving since she wasn’t exactly here in town for a picnic. But surely she was safe.
She really wanted to think so. She had to think so.
She stood on a ladder, paint splattered across the front of her designer cargo overalls, enjoying the paint fumes, when her cell phone rang. She unclipped it from her belt and let out a happy smile at the Caller ID. “Kate, my love, you should see this delicious shade of pink I found. It simply screams ‘come in, you must buy a new sex toy.’”
“I’d love to see it. How does next Friday sound?”
Cassie’s grin widened. “You’re coming!”
“I’m coming,” she agreed, but with a surprising lack of enthusiasm. “I can’t miss the grand opening, now can I?”
Cassie set down her brush and backed down the ladder. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.”
“Kate.”
“Can’t a girl just call her favorite cousin?”
“I’m your only cousin. Spill it. Does it have anything to do with that guy you saw when you were here? The one you won’t tell me about?”
“Jack? No.”
“Then what?”
Across the miles, her cousin sighed. “You remember how before you left, you arranged to have all your mail forwarded to me for the duration?”
“Yes.” Cassie’s heart kicked into gear. “So no one could locate me through the postal service while I’m here. What’s the matter, are my bills piling up?” Her mouth was suddenly dry. “You were going to just send them on to me, and—”
“It’s not your bills.”
“Too many magazines, huh?” Oh, God. Please don’t let it be what she feared.
“It’s not the magazines, either. Though I am enjoying Playgirl, thanks.”
“Okay.” Cassie pulled off the painter’s cap and let her hair fall free. She sat on an unopened five-gallon can of paint and unhooked one side of her overalls for freedom of movement. “Let me guess…” She was surprised at how fast her pulse could race. “You got a letter from him.”
“He’s not happy you’ve vanished from the face of the earth, Cass. He’s scaring me.”
He was scaring her, too. Peter. One of the first men she’d met when she’d gone to New York. He was a photographer, and he’d taken her first publicity shots for a price she’d been able to afford—a date. They hadn’t slept together because unlike Flo, Cassie had her own personal standards, which included never sleeping with a man when business was involved.
So they’d become casual friends. And as Cassie’s career had boomed, she’d done her best to get Peter jobs. Occasionally, while between relationships, he’d drink too much and try to tell Cassie she was the one for him. She always gently turned him down, knowing his next girlfriend was right around the corner, and she’d always been right.
Their friendship had sustained.
Until now.
Now, he was her stalker.
Cassie shivered. Though she was not a woman to let fear run her life, this guy truly got to her. Enough to have uprooted everything.
Hard to admit she’d been stupid enough to actually trust a man. And look what it had gotten her. He’d taken her away from her career, away from her life, and sent her back to a town she was fairly certain wasn’t ready for her. Wouldn’t ever be ready for her.
“He says he’s never going to stop looking for you, Cassie,” came Kate’s stressed voice. “You’re the only one for him, and if he can’t have you, he says no one else can, either.”
Okay, now her heart was ricocheting off her ribs. She’d known he’d never really recovered from the last dumping by that waitress/actress-wannabe.
And this time, unlike the others, he couldn’t seem to wrap his mind around the fact Cassie wasn’t interested in him that way.
Not only not interested, but good and truly scared. He’d broken into her place. Touched her things. Left her a threatening note on her mirror in her own lipstick. You’re mine.
Then he’d vanished. Which is why the police hadn’t been able to get to him. Which was how she’d ended up with a restraining order, and then landed herself here. “I’m okay here, Kate. I never talked about my past with Pete.”
“Are you sure?”
“What do you think?”
Her cousin actually let out a relieved little laugh. “Yeah. How silly. Thinking you’d open up and tell someone about yourself. Much less open up to a man.”
“He has no idea I’m not a native New Yorker. Even all those years ago when I first got started, he had no idea.”
“Okay, but I’m still coming. I want to see you. It’s been too long. And I want to do more to get the store ready—the opening will be a thrill. Can’t miss that, or the chance for some good old-fashioned revenge. And then there’s my mom’s house. I have to take care of that situation. I talked to Flo and I’m going to stay in her half of the duplex, since Mom is renting out her side.”
“And you know all of Flo’s old furniture is