Lewd thoughts and unquenched desire prevented Cassie from getting back to sleep. She tossed and turned because her mind raced with what went down. With the blink of an eye, her relationship with Randy had morphed into something intense and unexpected. His touch left burn marks on her flesh and the memory of his lips. Shaking her head vehemently, she tried to focus on the most important piece of information that her late-night visit revealed. Randy had an affair with Melody, and the cops knew. The shit could hit the fan, at any given moment, if they came up with a shred of evidence that pointed to Dillon meeting with the Grim Reaper.
The affair bothered Cassie, not only because it could land Randy in prison, but because a little part of her didn't want him touching another woman. Ever. No matter how hard she tried to focus on the dream and the significance of the affair, the thoughts were interrupted by memories of Randy's lips on hers and flashes of their night in the hot tub.