Blaze's Second Chance (The Sinclair Men) by Sam Crescent Read Free Book Online

kissed her cheek and Blaze Jr. hid behind his father’s legs.
    “Hiya, you must be Blaze Jr. I’m Cassie Walker.” She smiled to the little boy, not wanting to frighten him.
    “Come on, son. Say hello,” Blaze said.
    Blaze Jr. stayed behind his father’s legs but gave a muffled hello.
    Introductions had been simple enough. It seemed that even though all the family would be staying in the beach house, there were no actual family activities going on. They were all free to come and go as they pleased. Molly would be cooking, so there was no need to go and get extra food. Considering the size of the family everyone seemed tense. Blaze stood in the corner, watching his dad and Molly. Trent seemed to be fuming in silence, and Chris, well, Chris seemed to be watching everyone.
    “So, Cassie. How do you know Chris?” Molly asked breaking the tense silence.
    “Well, I used to work for him. I was a receptionist for Sinclair Industry.”
    “But you’re not now?” Molly seemed desperate to fill the silence.
    “No, I was only there a short time.”
    “How did you and Chris stay in touch?”
    “Well, he got me another job as a receptionist in another company, and then he helped me set up my own agency.” Talking about work was easy.
    “What do you do?” Molly continued to ask.
    “Let the poor girl relax, Mol.” David’s interruption was the first time he’d spoken. He seemed angry, and Molly stopped and looked at him. The pain she saw in this woman’s eyes hurt Cassie to even see.
    “Companies ask us to find suitable candidates to work for them, so we search and do the research. We then interview and do the necessary checks and then hire that person for that company. Sinclair Industry has been very generous.” The pain still reflected in Molly’s eyes. Cassie wanted to help soothe the other woman. Something called out to her to help her.
    “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.” Molly stood up, about to leave.
    “No, I love talking about my work.  Most people can’t stand me. They say all I do is work.” Cassie tried to reassure her.
    Molly nodded but left the room.
    Cassie watched her go, wondering how many times Molly had walked away.
    “You didn’t have to do that, Dad,” Blaze whispered.
    “What did I do?” David seemed completely oblivious.
    “Men.” Chris shook his head.
    “You do it all the time.” Trent fumed from his little corner, his compassionate eyes watching Molly leave suddenly filled with hatred. “No wonder Molly wants nothing to do with you. You’re just an overbearing bull. She can do so much better.” Trent yelled at his father, not bothering to listen to any reply as he left his chair and followed Molly.
    Shocked faces watched the youngest leave.
    “If you don’t mind, I’m going to go for a walk.” Cassie stood to leave, turning to the oldest man in the room. “A woman doesn’t like to feel used or to be treated like a child. Just in case you didn’t know, Mr. Sinclair.”
    “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
    Cassie shrugged, leaving the men to themselves.
    She wanted out of this house. It was blatantly obvious the parents were having problems. A vacation filled with the love of her past, a troubled family, and regret. The classic vacation. She ran out the house, hoping to find the trail down to the beach. The evening was warm and fresh.
    She breathed deeply, loving the smell of unpolluted air. Living in the city did have its down sides. Unclean air, feeling like you were going to suffocate on all the fumes, made you appreciate life like this. Just packing up your bags and going to the countryside or the beach and just basking in the joy of life. This was living, soaking up the sea air, the great outdoors.
    Cassie followed a well-used trail, moving bushes and twigs out of her way, making sure she did not trip on a rock. The sun warmed her. She followed the trail for a few minutes loving the slight shade, and then the sight took her breath away. A fantasy island opened up,