Anthony found it hard to sleep next to Cassandra's soft body. She had her back turned toward him, her leg bent and lifted over the other one. He glanced down at the round flesh peeking out of her shorts and his dick hardened. Anthony wanted nothing more than to roll her over and pull her into his hardness.

The sun came through the window when he woke. He wasn't sure how long he slept, but knew she slept longer. Cassandra inched closer to him at some point. Her arm stretched and rested on his chest. Anthony watched her, but not for long. Blood flowed between his legs and there was no way he could take advantage of the girl.

He knew if he gave into his desires, his focus would shift, and he wouldn't be on high alert for the killers. The boss would see Anthony dead if anything happened to Cassandra. It was best to keep his eyes, and hands, off her.

Anthony slipped out of the bed, but she heard him. "Good morning," Cassandra whispered. Fuck, he thought, she was too freaking sexy.

He didn't reply, just stood up and walked toward the window. The sun glistened on the lake. Anthony never seen green water sparkle like that. Cassandra stood behind him, a little too close for comfort, and pressed her head against the window.

"You probably take this view for granted," he said.

"Actually," she corrected him, "No I don't. I love nature and being outdoors. Can we swim?"

Her question threw Anthony off guard. Those goons could've been anywhere. "I can't answer that right now," he told her. She looked down and frowned.

Anthony locked her in the room while he checked the perimeter of the property. Cassandra understood. All the doors and windows to the house were locked, the garage was tight too. He tucked his gun into his shorts and slinked around the property. There was no sign of trespassers.

He locked the door behind him as he walked back inside. The flip phone vibrated, and he answered. "Yeah, we're good here. Any leads on those bastards?"

"Seems they had a slight problem catching a flight back from Greece," the boss informed. Anthony was sure he pulled a few strings. "We have their locations locked in. You're safe for at least another day or two, maybe less, so always be on alert. Their leader is in the area, but I don't think he has the balls to do the job himself. Too much at risk."

"You think he'll come here?" Anthony gulped as he thought about it. There was always the possibility and unlike the boss, Anthony didn't trust that their leader wouldn't try to kill Cassandra himself.

The boss paused before answering. "No, he's at a conference. Word has it, he planned it to cover his ass. Alibi."

Anthony sighed. It all made sense, he wouldn't want an association with the murder of Cassandra Frame. "And what about the police?"

"Haven't you seen the television?"

They spared the use of electricity in fear of being seen, but now that daylight arrived, Anthony saw no reason not to turn the television on. He stepped into the living room and picked up the remote. "What channel," he asked.

"Seven."

"Authorities tell us that a man fitting the description of Anthony Flint boarded a plane to Mexico late last night. Local police are working with the FBI to attain the man once they locate him. For now, residents can rest easy knowing the convicted killer is not in the area."

"No shit," he exclaimed into the phone. "How did you pull that off?"

The boss doesn't answer. He never told Anthony the big details, only what he needed to know to keep Cassandra safe. "Always be on the lookout," the boss scolded, "and keep a low profile. I'll contact you as soon as I have any word."

 

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Cassandra startled when Anthony unlocked the bedroom door. She smiled when she realized it was him. He couldn't help but smile back. "Breakfast is ready, are you hungry?"

She stepped closer, a wave of sweet perfume invaded his nostrils. Every little thing she did drove Anthony crazy. "You have to ask?" Cassandra's laugh echoed in the room. She brushed her hand against his as she passed.

Anthony led the way to the back deck where the table was set. Cassandra couldn't take her eyes off it. He pulled a chair out for her and then sat opposite. She grabbed the carafe and poured two cups of coffee. Anthony knew she preferred chai, but he couldn't find any. Cassandra didn't seem to mind.

They ate pancakes and bacon, the only meat he could find in the freezer, in the morning sun. Birds were singing in the distance, but Anthony listened to the sound of crickets near the water. "Do you like to fish?" he asked her, but thought it was a stupid question to ask a rich girl.

Cassandra wiggled her nose, just like he expected her to answer. "No, why?"

"Dinner," he told her. He figured since they were out on the lake for a day or two, they might as well take advantage of it. "You eat it, right?"

Cassandra laughed again, this time he joined her. "Yes, but I don't know how to cook it."

They finished breakfast and cleaned up. Cassandra reclined on an Adirondack chair as Anthony snooped around for fishing gear. He found two poles and laid them on the deck. She shook her head and read a book. He stepped off the deck and moved rocks around. After a few minutes, he collected a handful of worms.

Anthony dangled one in front of Cassandra and she screeched. As he got closer, she covered her face with her hands and tried to move away. "Come on," he teased her. "It's just a worm."

"It's disgusting," she snapped at him, but he laughed.

He reached for her hand and pulled her off the chair. She wanted to read but he couldn't leave her alone. She reluctantly followed him down a path toward the water. Cassandra sat on the ground while he stood. The worm wiggled as Anthony stabbed it with the hook. "You're gonna have to get a little closer," he said to Cassandra.

"Oh, no," she said and shook her head. Her chestnut hair landed on her shoulder. "I'll watch."

He took her hands and brought her up to her feet. He knew she didn't know what she was missing and, he wanted to be the one who introduced her to new things. Anthony placed the rod in her hand and stood close behind her as he showed her how to hold it. He felt her skin against his as he held her hand in place. She faced him and grinned, like she knew what he thought. Anthony helped her cast the line into the water.

The line flew out. "Great," he told her. "Now keep it there. Stay still."

Anthony tended to his pole. He could barely hook it before she got excited. "Something is happening," she gleamed.

Cassandra's pole arched, and she almost dropped it. Anthony ran and stood behind her. Her hair blew in his nose and blood rushed south again. They stood close as he reached his arms around her to help her control her fishing pole. "Feels like a big one," Anthony said.

"It sure does," she replied.