Cassie frowned faintly as she stepped out of the elevator. She did not recall scheduling any meeting with Evan, yet there he was, sitting comfortably in her office, shoulders tense, frustration and disappointment written clearly across his face.
The moment their eyes met, he didn't bother with pleasantries.
"Cassie," he asked bluntly, "what's going on between you and Franklin?"
Her steps halted.
"What are you talking about?" she replied carefully.
"The girls won't stop talking about that night," Evan said, his jaw tight. "I asked Thelma for details. She told me everything. Franklin picked you up. How? Why?"
Cassie inhaled slowly. Part of her wanted to tell him it was none of his business, but she knew Evan well enough to understand that his concern was genuine.
"It's
