But as we have guests you probably should control yourself, you can take me to bed later.” “Mitch Harris, stop that. Cassie knows it’s you who are enamoured with me and can’t keep your hands to yourself. Isn’t that right, Cass…? Riley—what are you doing here? Well, this is fucking awkward! He’d been blind-sided by the sight of Cassie standing in the kitchen as he and Rook had entered. Riley had glanced quickly at Rook’s enthusiastic greeting to his wife but Cassie, and the horrified look that had appeared on her face as she had set eyes on him, had quickly drawn back his attention. Rook hadn’t mentioned she would be there. If he had, Riley would’ve made an excuse not to come. Judging from Pippa’s reaction to him, he could just sense that this night was not going to go very well. He needed to get out of there fast. But how? “Nice to see you too, Pip,” he replied. “Rook invited me over for dinner. I gave him a lift to pick up his car. He called into the office and asked me, said you were cooking enough to feed an army…”
