Page 75 of Undoing

“Well, shit, woman,” Hunter sniffed. “Way to turn me into a blubbering mess. Hand me one of those sandpaper napkins, will ya?’

Cass grabbed a stack of napkins and shoved them at Hunter, keeping a couple for herself. “Mo never hears of this.”

Hunter laughed. “Are you kidding? We’d never hear the end of it.”

Rebecca fidgeted in her seat. She knew in her heart that this was the right decision, but she wished her head would catch up. The one thing she was sure of—somehow—was that she trusted Cass enough to make this leap.

“Are you sure about this, Rebecca?”

“That’s the tenth time you’ve asked me that, Aunt Wills.”

“And you’ve been a nervous wreck all morning. Rebecca Giles doesn’t fidget, yet you can’t seem to stop.”

Rebecca Giles. While Rebecca never thought of herself as the marrying type or the type to take someone else’s name, she had to admit that she liked the sound of it.

“My answer hasn’t changed. I’m sure. But that doesn’t mean I’m not nervous about it.” Rebecca shifted in her seat. “Are you worried about me or Cass?”

“Both,” Willamena answered honestly. “You’re my niece, but Cass has become my family, too. When you didn’t go home with her, it broke her heart. If you do this and change your mind, I’m afraid Cass’s fragile heart will shatter beyond repair.”

“Well, shit, Aunt Wills. No pressure.” Rebecca sighed. “Look, I’m not planning on changing my mind. My focus is getting my memory back, and I truly believe being with Cass will help. God, the last thing I want to do, Aunt Wills, is hurt her.”

Just the thought of Rebecca being the cause of pain for Cass was enough to bring tears to Rebecca’s eyes.

Willamena nodded. “That’s the best answer you’ve given so far. Way better than “yessss, Aunt Wills,’” she said, mimicking Rebecca’s exaggerated whine.

Rebecca glared at her aunt. “You have gotten ornery in your old age.” Willamena pulled to the curb, and Rebecca thought for sure she’d gone too far with the ‘old’ joke. “Uh, you’re not kicking me out of the car, are you?”

Willamena laughed. “I have half a mind to say yes after you called me old.” She pointed at a beautiful, modern home that sat far enough off the road to afford a good bit of privacy.

Rebecca’s brows rose as she leaned forward to look out the windshield. “Is that Cass’s… um, our house?”

“Yep.” Willamena smiled as she watched Rebecca’s awe. “It was Cass’s home, then you moved in. Since then, it has changed a bit with the two of you deciding to make it uniquely yours.”

“It’s beautiful. So serene. So… different.”

“Different than what you expected?”

Rebecca looked at her aunt. “When she was high, Samantha often accused me of sleeping with anyone that came near the house. Towards the end, she was high more often than not. Everything in the yard died. The house was becoming dilapidated. So when I say different, I mean it looks like a home and not a place where a soul dies.”

Willamena reached across the console to take Rebecca’s hand. “Your soul flourishes here, my sweet girl,” she said, giving Rebecca a light squeeze. “Do you want me to pull into the driveway?”

“No, I…” Rebecca frowned when she looked up at the house again and saw an attractive woman coming out. “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.”

Willamena followed Rebecca’s line of sight, then shook her head. “Don’t jump to conclusions, Rebecca.”

“It’s not that big of a jump, is it? Obviously Cass is familiar with that woman,” Rebecca muttered grumpily.

“Yes, she is. So are you.”

Rebecca frowned, squinting to get a better look. The brunette was shorter than Cass, though most of the people she’d already met fit that description. If she recalled correctly, Dr. Vale was tall with darker hair. No, this didn’t look like anyone she’d met from their circle of friends.

“Who is she?”

“Her name is Lauren. She’s the assistant curator at Sumptor Gallery. And as far as I know, she has a very close… friendship with a supermodel.”

Rebecca exhaled sharply. “Shit. I just failed the first test, didn’t I?”

“None of this is a test, Becca. You had a reaction based on past experiences. It’s completely normal.”

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