That night at the gentlemen's club felt like it stretched forever, like time itself had slowed just to torture Franklin.
Cassie was half-conscious in his arms as he carried her out, her body warm, soft, and completely trusting.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, fingers digging in like she was afraid he'd disappear if she let go. Even after he carefully placed her into the passenger seat, she refused to release him.
"Cassie," he said gently, trying not to sound shaken, "you have to let go. If I don't get you to the hospital on time, your condition could get worse."
She frowned at him like a stubborn child, lips pushed into a dramatic pout. Her words came out slow and slurred. "I wish you didn't look like Fred… but you're so good-looking."
His breath hitched. He
