He’d said too much. Revealed too much. Felt too much. Cassie’s eyes were wide and filled with questions. And he couldn’t and wouldn’t say anything more. “What does that mean?” He shook his head and turned. “Nothing. Let’s go back.” “No,” she said firmly. “I want to know what you mean. We’re talking about you, not Oliver. We’re talking about something Doug did to you...something he took from you. What was it?” “Nothing,” he said again and started walking back toward the kiosk. Cassie moved up beside him and grasped his arm. “Tanner, stop. I want to know. I need to know.” “You don’t need to know this,” he replied and brushed her hand away. “Please,” she implored. “Tell me. Stop treating me like I’m made of glass. I can handle it...whatever it is.” “Go home, Cassie,” Tanner said flatly. “I’ll call you about the house in a day or so.” He strode up the beach and waited by their cars until she caught up. When she reached him her cheeks were ablaze and her blue eyes bore into his like icy chips.
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