Availability date: 05/18/2016
Cassandra Wilson, angel and first-year nurse, spends her days helping other people. Day after day. Life after life. While her best friend feels the young nurse needs a little love in her life, Cassie avoids serious relationships. She saw what her mother went through, and unless Cassie can find another angel to spend her life with, love and a family are not in her future.
An innocent night out with Fraser, a university junior and varsity hockey player, leads to something more serious and Cassie begins to experience feelings she’s been trying to avoid. But the sudden discovery—by both herself and Fraser—that Fraser is a witch, combined with his need to please everyone around him, poses a challenge to the couple’s happily ever after.
Cassie hurried home after her shift, the sidewalk dry after the day’s earlier sprinkling of snow. She considered asking Jane for a lift, but the short walk and fresh air always helped clear the ghosts out of her head.
She took the stairs two at a time and almost ran into her roommate as she came to the small landing at the top.
“Whoa,” said Gabriella. “What’s got you in such a hurry?”
Gabriella folded her arms across her chest and tapped her tiny bare foot.
“I’ve gotta shower. I’m going to the movies.”
Pink toenails beat an impatient pattern on the hardwood.
Did the girl have gypsy blood? Her psychic abilities were uncanny.
“With a hockey player,” Cassie explained.
Gabriella’s foot stilled and her eyes widened. “Which one?”
“Fraser something. I didn’t get a last…”
“Tall, with dark, curly hair?”
Gabriella laid a hand on Cassie’s arm. “Be careful, he’s a player. And I don’t mean hockey.”
That wouldn’t be a problem. She didn’t want a relationship, and this wasn’t a date. And if the night did end with sex, well, she’d welcome a little…distraction. After all, she was an angel, not a nun.
Cassie turned to go into her room as Gabriella continued down the stairs.
She stripped off her uniform and tossed it into the corner where it landed on her clothes from the last two nights. She wrapped herself in a fluffy pink bathrobe and padded to the bathroom.
Turning the knob to hot, she stepped into the shower stall where she stood, eyes closed, as the steaming water pulsed against her tired muscles. She adjusted the water to a cooler temperature. No sense in being drowsy for the movie.
She grabbed the towel from the hook and dried off.
Wrapping the damp terrycloth around her hair, she walked back to her room and the open door of her closet, assessing her choices. She grabbed a pair of freshly washed jeans and threw them on her bed. From her dresser she pulled out a pair of underwear, a black bra, and a slightly low-cut black wrap T-shirt. Sexy but safe.
Not a date.
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