(Dane)
I rode for almost an hour.
No destination. Just roads. The kind of riding that had nothing to do with getting somewhere and everything to do with getting out of your own head long enough to hear yourself think.
The argument sat with me the whole way.
Not the argument exactly. Cassidy had been calm. She hadn't shouted or cried or pushed harder than she needed to. She'd just held her ground with that stillness she had when she'd already made up her mind and was waiting for me to catch up.
I hated that.
Not because she was wrong. Because she wasn't.
That was the problem.
Zander had nothing to do with real estate as a career. He was one man in one firm who had used a professional situation to try something personal. The industry wasn't him. Harlow had worked in it for years befo
