low.
“No shit,” Hannah giggled.
“We’ve come a long way, girlfriend,” Cassie sighed, and impulsively hugged her friend.
“We have,” Hannah breathed wistfully. “Who would have thought that not having a driver to transport your horses up here for the show last year, would have resulted in finding your pot of gold.”
“Not me,” Cassie replied, shaking her head. “Not in a million years.”
“They’re back,” Hannah declared, turning her head towards the dining room.
The sound of laughter and conversation floated through the air, and Cassie moved quickly to crack open the door and sneak another peek.
“Cassie…” Hannah warned, but it was too late. Cassie was already at the door and had pushed it open a couple of inches.
“I don’t believe it,” she breathed through clenched teeth.
“What, what do you see?” Hannah asked, hurrying across to join her.
Cassie moved away, gesturing for Hannah to take her place.
“Prepare yourself,” Cassie bristled as Hannah pressed her face to the gap.
“Oh…my…God…”
Chad had passed out the T-shirts bearing the new logo that Cassie had designed, and the blond girl had taken the liberty of changing into it. The reason for Cassie’s outrage and Hannah’s shock wasn’t that she’d chosen to switch shirts, but that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her large nipples were anxiously attempting to poke a hole through the thin, soft, cotton silk fabric.
Closing the door behind her, Hannah stared at the fury crossing Cassie’s face.
“Now, Cassie-”
“No,” Cassie interrupted, “you know me, we’ve been friends for years, and Chad may have calmed me down a bit but I’m still me. You think I’m going to let that, that, that fucking tart bounce around my fiancee looking like that?”
“Please don’t do anything stupid,” Hannah said fearfully. “I know you have a temper, but that’s one of Chad’s clients. You have to leave it alone.”
“Hah, the hell I will,” Cassie hissed. “Sorry, I’m not snapping at you, I’m snapping with you.”
“I know, it’s okay. My advice? Talk to Chad, tell him how upset you are. That’s the best thing to do, actually, it’s the only thing to do. He’s probably just as pissed at her as you are, maybe more, and I’ll bet the women in there are as well.”
Cassie stared at her friend, then reaching for a piece of smoked salmon wrapped around some cream cheese sitting neatly on a cracker, she popped it in her mouth and chewed thoughtfully.
“Man, that’s good,” she sighed. “You know what, Hannah, once again you’re the voice of reason. You’re absolutely right. I’m going to talk to Chad tonight. I’ll tell him exactly how I feel, how upset I am that this, this-”
“Brazen hussy,” Hannah volunteered, “that’s what your mother would call her if she were here.”
“Yes, I’ll tell him exactly how upset I am about this brazen hussy running around. Who knows, maybe he’ll kick her out of here.”
“Maybe he will,” Hannah nodded. “Try the stuffed avocado.”
Feeling better, and not needing a second invitation, Cassie loaded up a plate and sat at the kitchen table. Hannah followed suit, and they’d just finished eating when Marty and Chad wandered in.
“How did it go?” Hannah asked.
“Good, real good,” Chad replied. “Seems to be a decent group, a couple of real beginners so I’ll be takin’ care of them. I’m starvin’. I spent so much time talkin’ I had no time to eat.”
“Me too,” Marty complained.
“There’s plenty left,” Hannah grinned. “Help yourself.”
As Chad filled his plate he noticed that Cassie was unusually quiet, and as he sat next to her he put an arm around her shoulder and gave her a quick hug.
“Everythin’ okay?” he asked quietly.
“Sure,” she mumbled.
“So, no then,” he whispered.
She glanced at him, and in spite of her ire she broke into a smile.
“Well, yeah, no,” she nodded.
“You’ll tell me
“No shit,” Hannah giggled.
“We’ve come a long way, girlfriend,” Cassie sighed, and impulsively hugged her friend.
“We have,” Hannah breathed wistfully. “Who would have thought that not having a driver to transport your horses up here for the show last year, would have resulted in finding your pot of gold.”
“Not me,” Cassie replied, shaking her head. “Not in a million years.”
“They’re back,” Hannah declared, turning her head towards the dining room.
The sound of laughter and conversation floated through the air, and Cassie moved quickly to crack open the door and sneak another peek.
“Cassie…” Hannah warned, but it was too late. Cassie was already at the door and had pushed it open a couple of inches.
“I don’t believe it,” she breathed through clenched teeth.
“What, what do you see?” Hannah asked, hurrying across to join her.
Cassie moved away, gesturing for Hannah to take her place.
“Prepare yourself,” Cassie bristled as Hannah pressed her face to the gap.
“Oh…my…God…”
Chad had passed out the T-shirts bearing the new logo that Cassie had designed, and the blond girl had taken the liberty of changing into it. The reason for Cassie’s outrage and Hannah’s shock wasn’t that she’d chosen to switch shirts, but that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her large nipples were anxiously attempting to poke a hole through the thin, soft, cotton silk fabric.
Closing the door behind her, Hannah stared at the fury crossing Cassie’s face.
“Now, Cassie-”
“No,” Cassie interrupted, “you know me, we’ve been friends for years, and Chad may have calmed me down a bit but I’m still me. You think I’m going to let that, that, that fucking tart bounce around my fiancee looking like that?”
“Please don’t do anything stupid,” Hannah said fearfully. “I know you have a temper, but that’s one of Chad’s clients. You have to leave it alone.”
“Hah, the hell I will,” Cassie hissed. “Sorry, I’m not snapping at you, I’m snapping with you.”
“I know, it’s okay. My advice? Talk to Chad, tell him how upset you are. That’s the best thing to do, actually, it’s the only thing to do. He’s probably just as pissed at her as you are, maybe more, and I’ll bet the women in there are as well.”
Cassie stared at her friend, then reaching for a piece of smoked salmon wrapped around some cream cheese sitting neatly on a cracker, she popped it in her mouth and chewed thoughtfully.
“Man, that’s good,” she sighed. “You know what, Hannah, once again you’re the voice of reason. You’re absolutely right. I’m going to talk to Chad tonight. I’ll tell him exactly how I feel, how upset I am that this, this-”
“Brazen hussy,” Hannah volunteered, “that’s what your mother would call her if she were here.”
“Yes, I’ll tell him exactly how upset I am about this brazen hussy running around. Who knows, maybe he’ll kick her out of here.”
“Maybe he will,” Hannah nodded. “Try the stuffed avocado.”
Feeling better, and not needing a second invitation, Cassie loaded up a plate and sat at the kitchen table. Hannah followed suit, and they’d just finished eating when Marty and Chad wandered in.
“How did it go?” Hannah asked.
“Good, real good,” Chad replied. “Seems to be a decent group, a couple of real beginners so I’ll be takin’ care of them. I’m starvin’. I spent so much time talkin’ I had no time to eat.”
“Me too,” Marty complained.
“There’s plenty left,” Hannah grinned. “Help yourself.”
As Chad filled his plate he noticed that Cassie was unusually quiet, and as he sat next to her he put an arm around her shoulder and gave her a quick hug.
“Everythin’ okay?” he asked quietly.
“Sure,” she mumbled.
“So, no then,” he whispered.
She glanced at him, and in spite of her ire she broke into a smile.
“Well, yeah, no,” she nodded.
“You’ll tell me
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