Cassandra Reid

I jump up and put my hands on my hips.

"I asked you a question, Leah Falco".

"Is this your way of receiving me?", she questions. "If I had known, I wouldn't have come".

"I thought you didn't want to come", I state.

"I didn't..., but I couldn't refuse to your husband's insistence. What a power of persuasion the Italian has!", she argues. "No wonder you fell for him. Also, he offered me a private plane trip with hot Pietro Varca. My God, what a man! And how he kisses!

"Leah!", I screech in alarm as my eyes widen as if they're going to pop out of their sockets. "What have you done?"

"Oh, child of mine, it was just an innocent kiss". I take a hand to my forehead and then I pass it over my face. She has no choice, I should be used to her spontaneity by now, but hers is going to another level. "The important thing is that I am here as you wanted. Can I get my welcome hug now?"

I examine it carefully. Anyone who doesn't know her would say she looks just like always, but I ca