Letting Go of You (Anchored Hearts #2) by J.M. Witt Read Free Book Online Page A

It was his life.  Maybe Melissa would focus her attention on him and leave me be.
    We went out again Tuesday night and Wednesday night.  Paul was pulling together his team as Smith and I went over the project with him.  The meetings were lasting all day and night, but we were getting shit done , finally.  I had plans for the Blue Horse, the house and several other properties and I needed to get moving on them.  I managed to leave the meeting early enough on Tuesday to take carry out over to Cassidy’s. 
    Wednesday we were out playing pool again, when Cassidy called.  I’d left her a few voice messages and texts earlier in the evening.  I knew she had plans, so it made the meetings that much easier to get through.  Her call was cut short as I wasn’t able to hear her.  She texted me shortly after to let me know she was headed home.  I ended up out with the boys, way too late again, and headed home to the hotel.
    The next morning when I got to my office, later than usual, the paper was sitting on my desk like it always was.  Front and center was the selfie that Melissa snapped of us on Monday night.  FUCK.  I picked up my cell and called Cassidy.  No doubt she would see this picture and think the worst.  She knew that I suspected Melissa had something to do with Dan and would be furious if she thought I was spending time with her. 
    She ignored my calls, but I continued calling Cassidy throughout the day.  Eventually it started going straight to voicemail.  Meetings consumed my time for rest of the day.  I had a late afternoon meeting that I was going to try to cut short and then head over to her place to explain what was going on.
    Smith and I were in the parking garage after our last meeting when my phone rang.  I pulled it out of my pocket, surprise and relief flooded me when I saw that is was Cassidy calling from her office.  I took a moment to prepare myself for the firestorm that was coming.
    “Hello?”
    “J, James…”  She was shaking and panting for air, I could tell by the sound of her voice.
    “Cassidy, what’s wrong?  Where are you?”
    She started crying, “I’m at work, my car.  Someone was chasing me.” 
    “Smith, follow me, Cassidy’s in trouble.”
    She told me she was locked in her office and hiding under the front reception desk.  I hopped in my truck and barreled out of the parking garage, Smith close on my tail.  Panic was ripping through me at the thought of her being harmed.  We made it to her office building in no time.  Smith and I scoped the place out, he was armed and I took a mental note to put my gun back in my glove box.  Nothing suspicious jumped out at us.  We took the stairs up to her floor, as I talked to her through the phone, reassuring her I was on my way.
    My blood was boiling.  I knew I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions, but someone was after Cassidy, and I had a feeling I knew who.  She was shaking like a leaf when I reached her, huddled under the desk like a little child.  Her nylons were ripped and her knee was bloody.  If I found out who did this to her, he’d be lucky if I didn’t rip his throat out.
    As I walked her to my truck I thought about the events of the week.  She’d ignored my calls all day and rightly so.  I had gone out with Paul every night that week and we both had a few too many drinks.  Melissa had showed up again the previous night and that’s when I left, but not before the press got some more pictures of her hanging on me.  Fuck.
    I had to get to the bottom of this Dan thing before I lost my patience and put him six feet under.  I was beginning to suspect that Melissa was in cahoots with him.  I would need her help, knowing I could convince her to help me, and that would not go over well with Cassidy.  I looked over to her and reached around her to buckle her in.
    “I’ll be right back.”  She barely nodded as I got out of the truck.  Smith was looking under her hood when I approached him.  He