"Jon, what's going on?" Franklin asked, his voice calm but edged with something sharp beneath it.
Cassie had just finished setting the dishes on the dining table, the warm scent of oats, pancakes, and toasted wheat filling the room.
She felt it immediately. The strange shift in the air. The tall blond man across from her was looking at her like he already knew her, like he was trying to place a memory.
"You're Cassie, right?" Jonathan asked.
Before Cassie could even open her mouth, Franklin answered for her, a hint of pride creeping into his tone. "Yes, she is. Did you see her fitness blog? Or the launch of her company?"
Jonathan blinked, clearly thrown. "Company? No. What company?"
Franklin frowned. That wasn't what he'd expected. His gaze sharpened as he turned fully
