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“Then how’d Sean get to you?” Cassidy asked.

I huffed a small, sardonic laugh. “I was leaving. I was heading to the airport to go back to Atlanta.”

“Jeez,” Cassidy murmured.

“Yeah. It’s up to Dylan. If he wants to go back to Atlanta, we will.”

“If it’s his choice, you’re stuck here, girlie,” Cassidy said. “That boy loves his dad.”

Despite everything, that made my heart flutter, and my lips tugged upward. “He really does.”

“Well, if you’re staying here, I guess I am, too.”

“What?” I whipped around to look at her, and Cassidy squawked as drops of product went flying. “But your whole life in Atlanta?—”

“—will be there when I get back,” Cassidy interrupted. “You can’t be stuck here with all these crazy dragons and no one sane. I’m sticking around.”

“Cass—”

“No arguments,” Cassidy said with a smile. “Now quit complaining and let me finish this mask.”

“Okay.” I laughed. As she wound my hair into a bun on the top of my head and wrapped it on a towel, I added, “And thank you. Really.”

“Stop thanking me. This is what family does.”

I nodded and adjusted my towel wrap, then turned around on the bed. I always felt more at ease with her around, and I couldn’t deny that I was already feeling better with her here.

And yet, I couldn’t make myself tell her about Steph and Blakely.

In the past, I would’ve been on the phone with her in an instant, eager to bitch about Steph and rip him a new one. Steph had broken my heart—again. He’d broken his promises—again. But something about it didn’t add up, and if I told Cassidy what had happened, there’d be no stopping her. She’d march downstairs and tear into Steph. She wasn’t afraid of anyone, least of all a man who was acting like a jackass, dragon or not.

I didn’t want that. I didn’t know why. Something in my heart told me I needed to sort it out with Steph first. Maybe it was the whole being-kidnapped thing. I was still recovering, after all.

“You okay?” Cassidy asked. “You’ve got that serious, thinking look on your face. You know, this one.” She furrowed her eyebrows dramatically and jutted out her lower lip.

I broke into a surprised laugh and swatted her knee. “I do not make that face!”

“Oh, you definitely do.”

“Fine, fine, maybe sometimes.” I poked at my hair wrap again. “While this sets, catch me on up on what’s been happening with you. How’s Atlanta?”

The knowing look Cassidy shot me made it very clear she recognized my deflection, but because she was my best friend—and because I’d been through a lot—she let me get away with it. Being kidnapped was probably the only way she’d allow it.

After twenty minutes, I was caught up on the mess that was Cassidy’s dating life and all the annoying behaviors of her least favorite coworkers. All the laughing had lifted my mood considerably. I rinsed the mask out of my hair and blow dried it, and Cassidy was right. I did look a lot better. I looked almost like myself again, except for the dark circles under my eyes.

“You look like a human again,” Cassidy said with a smile. “Let’s go get some of that coffee I’m smelling.”

“I definitely need some. And I need to talk to Dylan.”

Dylan and Steph were in the kitchen, and a fresh pot of coffee was brewing. It was barely noon, but I felt like I’d been awake for a week. My heart eased at the sight of them working side by side at the counter. Steph was walking Dylan through a marinade recipe, from the sound of it, and they were prepping steaks together.

I paused in the doorway and watched them for a moment.

It was so simple. So domestic.

Why couldn’t it be like this all the time?

“Hi, Mom,” Dylan said with a bright smile. “You look a lot better.”