The last two days had been an exercise in caution and patience. Some of it was directly tied to the facts following Allison’s death and their search for Kenyon’s whereabouts, but most of it was related to Cassandra and their budding relationship. It had bloomed over the last few days, fueled by a newfound intimacy, but there was still untouched territory to be conquered. Where he had avoided discussions about family, she had avoided talks about the future, putting them both on edge. Trevor had come to terms with the fact that his feelings for her were as solid and concrete as they could be. There was no question in his mind about them. He wanted more. He wanted everything with her. He looked forward to building upon the foundation they had created with their forced work situation and the feelings and desires it brought to the surface. The problem was getting her to see and understand it without making her run down the nearest rabbit hole. She was skittish. She had made him question his own perception of what was happening between them when she had bolted from his room only to come back and cuddle against him.
