"Thank you, little man," Cassie said softly, leaning down to kiss Tristan on the cheek. The boy's grin stretched from ear to ear, eyes sparkling like he'd just won the world.
If only the men watching could trade places with him for even a second, they would.
"Just remember to take a lot of pictures," Tristan added with a teasing smile, and though Cassie returned his smile, she made no promises.
Meeting Nathaniel Cross with Franklin was going to be complicated. Nervous? Yes, that word barely scratched the surface.
Jonathan watched her carefully, reading between the lines. He'd caught glimpses of Franklin's protective edge, the way he lingered near Cassie, the small, almost imperceptible looks he cast her way when no one else was watching.
It said far more than any words cou
