Girl Least Likely to Marry by Amy Andrews Read Free Book Online

of the people in the dining room, dressed in
their country club pasteles, her friends didn’t bat an eyelid as Cassie scurried
their way, then plonked herself in one of the three empty seats at the round
table. They’d have been shocked had Cassie dressed in any other way.
    Cassie forced a smile to her face as she looked at a glowing
Reese, radiating the same kind of happiness she had a decade ago when she and
her Marine had first met. ‘When did you get back? Where’s Mason?’
    ‘An hour ago.’ Reese grinned, sipping at some coffee. ‘He’s
taking care of some business.’
    Cassie barely registered Reese’s reply but nodded anyway. A
waiter interrupted and Cassie, ignoring the piles of pancakes the others were
tucking into, ordered the same thing she had every morning for breakfast—yoghurt
and muesli and two slices of grain toast with Vegemite. When he informed her
they didn’t have Vegemite she ordered jam.
    ‘You okay?’ Reese frowned. ‘You look kind of tired.’
    ‘I didn’t sleep very well,’ Cassie said.
    Marnie looked at Gina, and Gina narrowed her eyes at Cassie.
‘Since when doesn’t Little-Miss-Eight-Hours not sleep well?’
    Cassie looked at her friends all watching her with curiosity.
She shrugged. She didn’t know what to tell them because she’d never not slept well.
    Gina lounged back in her chair, her arms crossed, her fingers
tapping against her arms. ‘This hasn’t got anything to do with a certain
quarterback, has it?’
    Marnie sat forward, her blonde hair neat as a pin in a high
ponytail that was one hundred percent more cute and perky than Cassie’s. ‘It
does, doesn’t it?’
    Reese frowned at both her friends. ‘Tuck?’
    ‘Tuck and Cassie danced last night,’ Gina said.
    ‘Real close,’ Marnie added.
    Reese blinked at her. ‘Cassie?’
    Cassie had decided on her way down to the dining room that she
wasn’t going to tell a soul about the strange feelings coursing through her
body, but she felt herself sag under the scrutiny of three sets of eyes. She’d
always been a great believer in solving problems by seeking out experts in the
field. And, having lived with these three women and been through all their
relationship ups and downs, she had to admit she had a panel of experts in front
of her.
    What better people to confide in?
    ‘I don’t know what’s happening,’ she murmured. ‘I couldn’t
sleep last night. I always sleep. I need to sleep. It’s vitally important that I do. I
take specific medication to switch off my brain so I
can sleep. And it never fails. I’m out like a light. Usually… And this morning I
didn’t wake until nine… I’m always up at six. Always. ’
    ‘Well, you were tired,’ Marnie reasoned.
    ‘And do you know what my first waking thought was about?’
Cassie continued, ignoring Marnie.
    ‘I’m guessing it was about something a little closer to the
earth than usual?’ Gina said.
    Cassie sighed in disgust. ‘It was him. The
jock. ’ She looked at her friends for answers. ‘I don’t understand
what’s happening to me.’
    Her friends didn’t say anything for a moment, as if they were
waiting for her to say more or to clarify something. Then, one by one, the three
women opposite her broke into broad grins.
    She frowned. ‘What?’
    Her friends had the audacity to laugh then, looking at each
other as they cracked up. Cassie glared at them. ‘This is not funny.’
    ‘No, of course not,’ Reese soothed as she struggled to regain
her composure. ‘Falling in love is never funny.’
    Cassie gaped at Reese. ‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ she
spluttered.
    ‘Aww…’ Marnie purred, ignoring Cassie’s protest. ‘Our little
girl is all grown up now,’ she teased.
    ‘And to think,’ Reese continued, ‘we voted you the girl least
likely to ever fall for a man.’
    Cassie crossed her arms across her chest and waited for their
frivolity to wane. She would not entertain such unscientific mumbo-jumbo. Love
was a fiction