Haunting Past (Closed to MyIsland)

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Cassandra Shaw stood in her bathroom, pulling on a pair of jeans and a snug black shirt, after her shower. She tied her long blonde hair up in a ponytail, silently thinking about how wrong it looked. After being on the run so long, you'd think she'd get use to having her hair all sorts of colors, but she missed her natural hair, just like she missed her natural eye color, instead of this warm honey color, that she wore as contact lenses, to hide her true eye color. She was 5'6" an athletic 120 pounds, despite being on the run, she kept herself in good shape. She stepped out of the bathroom, and head a low grumble from the corner of the bedroom. "It's early, I know, Romeo." She eyed the massive solid black wolf hybrid. He was her constant companion, and best friend. Together they headed downstairs to the kitchen where she made herself breakfast.

She lived in a little two story cabin on the outskirts of a small town called Dutton, South Dakota. She'd bought the house for cheap, after the previous owner, an elderly man by the name of Carl Andrews, had passed away. She'd been here close to two months now, but she never relaxed, always kept a go-bag under her bed, and a car with a new identity, parked in long term parking in the next town over. She could effectively disappear within 10 minutes, if necessary. She ate breakfast, doing some computer work, before going outside, her sidearm strapped to her hip, she took a walk with Romeo, through the woods that surrounded her property.

Despite being mostly wolf, Romeo rarely wandered, and was fairly obedient. Mostly though, he was just highly protective of Cass, for a reason she couldn't understand, but they were a unit, and she was grateful for his presence, he had given her early warning to an attack several times in the four years he had been with her. After their walk they returned home, It was around 10am now. Standing in her kitchen, she heard the sound of her alarm beeping. It signaled that someone was driving up her driveway. SHe had sensors at the end of the driveway, wireless cameras up in the trees. Frowning she saw that it was the chief of police. "What the hell does he want?" She muttered, her voice oddly lacking any accent of any kind. Crossing her arms, she stepped outside, shutting her door behind her. "Romeo, right here." She asked for the wolfdog to stay with her, as they watched the truck roll up. She was careful to not set her hand on her weapon, but close enough she could draw fast if necessary, she trusted cops even less than she trusted the general public.
 
Justin Field was the sheriff of Dutton, South Dakota. He had grown up in Los Angeles and had gone to college at North Dakota State University. When he graduated, he took a job as a Deputy Sheriff in Dutton, because it was the only job offer he received. Four years and two promotions later, the Sheriff was retiring, and the town council approached Dustin about becoming Sheriff. He knew that there were a couple of guys who had more experience than he did that would be upset about him getting the job, but he took it anyway.

Justin quickly proved the council members to be right. He took control of the department, and before long even the members upset when he got the job realized that he was the right thing for the job. The Sheriff's Department became more professional than ever before, and Justin was extremely popular in town. He was totally committed to the job, and he made it a point to know everything that was going on.

His commitment to being aware of what was going on was the reason he noticed the new woman that appeared in town every once in a while. He saw her picking up supplies one time and then didn't see her again for a couple of weeks. He didn't just recognize her because she was attractive, it was his job to recognize things that were out of the ordinary.

Justin decided that it would be a good idea to ride out and introduce himself to the woman. He had followed her at a distance her last time into town and found out where she was living. She was easy on the eyes, so, introducing himself may have been more than just a professional visit. Not that he expected anything to happen, but what was wrong with getting to know the attractive woman who periodically visited Dutton?

As Justin drove up the driveway to the cabin, he had a feeling that something odd was going on out here. He saw video cameras in the trees that were pointing at the driveway. This told him that she knew he was coming, and it got him to wonder what she was hiding. When he pulled up to the cabin, Justin saw the woman standing outside with her arms folded....her body language was not welcoming. When he exited the truck, he could sense that her dog was not friendly. The gun strapped to the woman's hip was another clear message that the welcoming committee was not very welcoming. He stood by the front of his truck. "Good morning ma'am. I am sorry to bother you. My name is Sheriff Field. There is nothing wrong. I just wanted to come out and introduce myself and let you know that if there is anything you need to don't hesitate to give me a call." He was extremely diligent in watching the movements of the woman.
 
Cassandra watched him get out of the truck, standing in front of his truck as he introduced himself, assured her nothing was wrong, and said he just wanted to introduce himself. "Well, Thank you. But I don't need any help." She said it bluntly. She wasn't all that interested in making friends, especially not with a cop. No one could find out about her old life, and certainly couldn't be a cop who found out. She kept her arms crossed, keeping her body unnaturally still. The stillness that screamed predator. Her wolf sat with similar stillness at her side. Though he wasn't trained to attack, he has attacked for her previously, but never on command.

"I assure you, I live a quiet life, with no need for police." She spoke, just loud enough for him to hear, her honey eyes focused on him entirely, judging his movements and he judged hers. He was handsome no doubt, that she noticed immediately, but it was irrelevant, really. She had no intention of acting on it. Cassandra rarely engaged in any romantic or sexual relationships since she had to go on the run, and when she did, it was along flings and one night stands, nothing committed, where someone would feel the need to ask questions. And if she wanted to sleep with someone, she would make damn sure it wasn't a police officer. They tended to be nosier than anyone else. She couldn't afford to have a nosy person in her life. No matter how lonely her life got.
 
Justin continued to stand in front of his truck. He maintained a relaxed posture but remained extremely vigilant. He maintained a relaxed posture but remained extremely vigilant. The woman was giving off an odd vibe. Justin stayed completely focused on her, watching for any threatening movement. Her behavior was very atypical of the way people in this area acted. Everyone knew everyone else and it was obvious that this woman wanted no interaction with anyone.

" Ma'am I did not come up here because I believe that you needed the help of the police. I am we came to introduce myself because I knew that you were new to town. ".Justin was hoping to just use what was obviously a tense situation. How could he get her to relax? He decided to use her own words. "Ma'am it is my job to ensure that you are able to live that quiet life that you desire. I am just here to let you know who to get in touch with in case anyone messes with your quiet life. "
 
Cassandra sighed, "Well that was nice of you. Unfortunately I'm not much of a fan of strangers and I tend to respond poorly to being surprised." She replied honestly, not relaxing at all, but at least seeming a little bit more open. She smirked slightly, not mentioning how much she despised this quiet life, and how if anyone messed with her quiet life, she had more than enough training to deal with them easily without having to enlist this man's help.

But instead of mentioning that she just nodded, "No one has bothered me so far, in the two months I've been here. But I will keep that in mind and give you a call if I have problems." She knew exactly what most people wanted to hear, and tended to give them that, whether it was the truth or not. Her hand stroked her wolf's head as the pair watched the Sheriff.
 
Justin listened as she responded. It was obvious that she just wanted him to leave. She didn't act like the other people around here. Her responses were short and unemotional. The people around Dutton were all friendly and open. It was no wonder that they were talking about the "strange woman just outside of town." He knew she was hiding something or hiding from someone or something. He wondered, however, why such an attractive woman would want to live all alone. Whatever she was hiding from must have been bad.

He reached into his shirt pocket and took out a business card. He looked at it and then at the woman and her dog as she stroked its head. "Here is my business card. It has my direct number on it. I know you haven't been bothered yet, but the folks around here are very friendly and also very inquisitive. It is just a matter of time before they start to visit you. When that occurs, I would rather that you called me instead of shooting them. It would mean a lot less paperwork for me." He smiled at her and moved slowly toward her porch; remaining vigilant to any wrong move that the woman or her dog might make.

Justin did not attempt to go up onto her porch. He knew that might be perceived as an aggressive act. He stood at the bottom of the steps and extended his hand up toward her with the business card. "I know I am the law ma'am, but that doesn't make me a bad person or the enemy. Around here it just means that I try to maintain the slow lifestyle that the people are accustomed to. It took a while having come from a big city, but I enjoy the peacefulness now ." He was hoping to get her to relax and understand that there was no ulterior motive for his visit. He just wanted to say hi.
 
Cassandra tensed when the man reached into his pocket. She didn't reach for her weapon, but she shifted her position, ready to. In response to her tension, the wolf stood, yellow eyes fixated on the stranger. The wolf had just enough German shepherd in him, that he didn't flee when confronted by a strange human, he stood his ground, ready to fight. But then she heard it was just his business card, and she forced herself to relax. "Easy," SHe murmured softly to the canine.

When the man approached, offering his card, she grabbed her wolf by the scruff, giving a soft pull. Taking the silent cue, the animal sat on his haunches, staying put as Cass stepped forward to take the card. "I understand that Sherriff. But in some parts, police can be just as dangerous if not more so, than anyone else. They certainly can't be trusted." She mused, internally she flinched, it probably wasn't the best thing to say, she didn't want him to get more curious about her. But she had a whole cover story prepared, if necessary, to explain all of her peculiar habits, to explain why she didn't trust cops. Taking the card, she slid it into her pocket and stepped back. "However, should I get any unwelcome company, I will try and refrain from shooting them, before giving you time to respond." She smiled slightly, making a light joke.
 
"I am very sorry that there are law enforcement officers that have led you to mistrust all of us. I can assure you that I can be trusted." Her comments gave Justin some clues about why she was being so defensive. Something had happened between her and the police that caused her to put up a barrier. In fact, he thought that maybe she was on the run from the police, and that was the reason that she was so defensive. He took a half step back to try and demonstrate that he was not a threat. Another thing that struck him now that he was closer to her was just how beautiful she really was. A woman this attractive living in isolation was definitely not normal.

"I am happy that you will at least consider calling me before thinking of shooting anyone. I would really appreciate not having to do all of that paperwork. I would really like not having to notify the county prosecutor that we had a shooting and have her send out her detectives. The paperwork for someone harassing you is much less than you shooting someone and involves a lot fewer people." He smiled at her. "I will leave you and your pooch alone. If you need anything, please call me. I would be happy to come out and help you with anything. No matter how small the issue, call me and I will come by. At least that way you will be expecting me and I won't stop by unannounced."

He backed up a few steps, and then, to show that he was not a threat, he turned his back to her and her dog and walked back to his truck. He got in, turned it around and headed out. He beeped the horn and waved to her as he drove down the driveway. He had some homework to do, but he was certain that the tags on the truck and the name she was using would not provide any information on her true identity.
 
Cassandra smirked, listening to him, then nodding her head, "You have a good day, Sheriff." She said, as he turned to walk back to his truck. She stood on her porch, watching him leave. Sighing she shook her head, She wasn't worried about the Sheriff digging around, she knew she was clean. Cassandra Shaw was a model citizen, sure she had a few bumps from her teenage years, a few speeding tickets, but overall, she was clean. And it would take one hell of a hacker to dig deep enough into her past, to find out who she really was.

Once the Sheriff was gone, Cass sighed, pushing a hand through her hair. "Hell. I don't need some Sheriff sniffing around because he's bored." She muttered, turning on her heel, she headed inside. Cass kept herself busy for several hours doing work for the security business she worked for, strictly online.

Once she was finished, she shrugged on her leather jacket. "I should just skip town today. But neither of us will have much to eat." She frowned, it was already 5pm, she knew the store closed at 7, which was why she picked now, it was always quiet there. Leaving her house, she slid into the big burly black SUV that she drove, heading into town, she parked her truck in front of the store. She made sure her jacket concealed her gun, she didn't want to frighten anyone, even though she had a permit to carry a concealed weapon. Walking into the store, she nodded to the woman behind the cash register, then grabbed a cart, moving at a brisk pace through the store, she got the items she needed.
 
Justin headed back into town. He drove to headquarters and parked behind the building. When he went inside, he ran a check on Cassandra. Nothing came back on her, so, he decided to relax. he put his feet up on the desk and read through the reports for the week. Nothing much was going on in Dutton. That was okay. Quiet was a good thing.

Around 5:00 p.m. he walked out and talked to the night supervisor. He told him that he was calling it a day, and that he would have his radio on and he would be available by cell phone. Justin walked out to his truck, and realized he didn't have anything at home for dinner. he had been putting off shopping for a while. Now he needed to just go to the market and get something for tonight. he would do his big shopping later. Yea, right. that was what he had been saying for a while.

Justin walked over to the market. As he approached, he noticed Cassandra's SUV outside the store. He thought about not going inside. He didn't want her to think that he was following her. He decided to go in though. It was either that, or go hungry tonight. He went into the market and headed to the meat counter. He said hello to Earl the Butcher and asked him for a nice filet. After getting the fillet, he headed over and picked up a bag of potatoes and started for the check out counter. "Oh, good evening ma'am. Twice in one day we meet. It is nice to see you again."

Justin walked away after bumping into Cassandra. He didn't want to make a big deal about it. He went and paid for his meat and potatoes. As he picked up his bag, he saw Cassandra approaching the counter. "If you have no plans for dinner, I have potatoes and this large filet that Earl just hooked me up with. There is more than enough for both of us. I am just going to throw them on the grill." He did not expect her to accept, but he offered the invitation just the same.
 
Cassandra gathered most of the items she needed, and was nearly at the end of her list, when she heard Justin's voice. She jolted, Sighing she spoke, "Evening, Sheriff." She said, being polite. At the check out, she frowned at the Sheriff's dinner offer. Tilting her head, she eyed him. "Thanks for the offer. But I don't date." She paid for her things, loading them back into her cart to take it out to her SUV. She wondered exactly why Justin had even bothered to offer. He must've known she wasn't going to accept, and she was pretty sure she'd been rude, at their first meeting this morning.

She eyed the Sheriff again. "Honestly, Sheriff, You shouldn't even bother with me. I'm more work than it's worth." She pushed her cart outside to begin loading it up into her truck. It had been a long time since she dated, and she didn't think she could afford to start now, even if he was very handsome. He was a cop, and that made it dangerous.
 
Justin walked out of the store ahead of Cassandra. He got the answer he expected, but with a little more information than he anticipated. He didn't mention a date. He was really just trying to be friendly with the beautiful woman who had isolated herself on the outskirts of town. He had to admit that he wouldn't mind dating Cassandra, but that had not been his intention when he asked her to dinner. Maybe that was just another defensive maneuver by her.

He waited outside for her. "Cassandra, nobody is more work than it is worth. I am not going to push things with you. I was just trying to be friendly. Hell, you are a beautiful woman, but I wasn't inviting you over with any ulterior motives. I wasn't trying to get you into bed. Hell, if I was going to do that, I would have to get past the gun you have strapped to your hip." He winked at her and smiled. "Cassandra, the dinner invitation is always open. I know you will probably never take me up on it, but ti is an open invitation. Hell, you don't even have to let me know you are coming. Just stop on over." He turned and headed back across the street to where his truck was parked.
 
Cassandra listened to him, and frowned further. Why did he have to be so damn likeable? Hell, maybe it was just that she'd been thinking how lonely she was getting, at this life. SHe smirked though, "I didn't think this was an attempt to get me into bed. But eventually, that's what dinner leads to, maybe not this time, but next time, or the time after." She frowned, watching him leave. She shook her head, knowing she had business starting to like the Sheriff, even if he did make it way too easy.

Sighing she returned the shopping cart, before getting in her truck and driving home. Her mind stayed on Justin as she unpacked her truck. Thinking how much she wished she was in a position to take Justin up on his offer. What it would mean to just be able to surprise him at his house for dinner. To even go further, to have an actual relationship. It had been a long time since she'd been in a relationship, back before she went on the run, going on 9 years now. Sure she'd had flings and one night stands, though not since moving to Dutton, it was much too small of a town for that. And she knew that she couldn't just have a one night stand with Justin, unless she was moving out the next day. And she kinda liked Dutton.

It had been close to a year since they'd picked up her trail, maybe she could make a life here, if she remained vigilant and careful. She wanted to stay in Dutton, to have as much of a normal life as she could manage.
 
Justin sat in his truck and watched as Cassandra drove away. She headed out of town. He couldnt help but feel a little disappointed. He had hoped that she would take him up on his offer, although he knew there was no shot. Why was he disappointed then? It didn't make sense, he told himself. There was no way that she was going to go to your house. She was hiding something and she was trying to keep you away from her.

He started the truck and headed home. It was only a two minute drive to his house. Hell, Dutton wasn't that big. Of course, that was the best part of Dutton....it was a small town with very nice folks who always looked out for one another. He told himself that was what he was doing for Cassandra, but then also wondered if he didn't have an ulterior motive. After all, she was extremely attractive, and he was a guy.

He pulled into his driveway, parked the truck, and went to the back yard to start the grill. In Dutton, you didn't use a gas barbecue. Oh hell no. When Justin first arrived and tried to buy a propane barbecue, he couldn't find one. People laughed at him. He finally understood and bought a real grill, as the people of Dutton called it. While the barbecue was heating up, he went inside and changed into a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. He grabbed a cold beer from the refrigerator and went outside to cook dinner. As he sat in the chair while the food was cooked, he thought of how nice it would have been if Cassandra had come over. It had been a long time since he had female companionship. after all, Dutton was a small town.
 
The next few days were calm for Cassandra, she went about her daily routine, working on her computer, hiking with Romeo, enjoying her little cabin. At the end of a long day, she showered, dressing in a pair of long pants, and a sports bra before tucking her gun under her pillow and settling into bed. Her wolf laid in the hallway as usual, guarding the house. Cass managed to fall asleep fairly easily, an unusual occurrence for her. That is until her alarm beeped around 3am. Her wolf snarled, Cass rolled to her feet, grabbing her weapon.

Together her and her wolf moved downstairs, looking at the security cameras up on her computer. She saw two shadows moving, it didn't take long to see that they were a couple of teenagers. SHe heard the sound of glass breaking, they were breaking into her garage. In a huff, she started to go out, scare the hell out of them. But then she froze, normal women didn't do this, they didn't go out with a gun and a big ass canine to scare two high school boys. Instead she sighed, Grabbing her phone she found Justin's number, dialing it she waited for him to answer.

When he did she spoke, "This is Cassandra Shaw, I've got a couple of teenage boys out here, they've broken into my garage, and I'm guessing they're looking to cause some mischief."
 
Over the next few days, Justin went about his business in his normal, routine manner. Periodically, he would think about Cassandra, but he put her out of his mind...or at least tried to. She didn't call him. She didn't stop by for dinner, so, he took that as a clear sign that she wanted to be left alone. Things were going well in Dutton, so, Justin kept doing what he always did to make sure that there were no issues in town.

When Justin's phone rang, he jumped out of bed. As he reached for the phone, he looked over at his alarm clock. It was 3 am. This couldn't be good. There are no good phone calls at 3 o'clock in the morning. "Hello. Yes, Hi Cassandra. Ok. I will be right over. Please don't shoot them or send your dog after them. I will be there shortly and take care of them."

He hung up the phone, grabbed a pair of pants and a t-shirt and ran downstairs. He grabbed his keys and headed to his truck. He considered putting it out on the radio, but decided that wasn't necessary. he would handle it himself. Yes, he would get some grief from some of the deputies for going into any situation without backup, but he would deal with that later.

He pulled into the driveway and cut his lights off. He pulled up right in front of the garage door and was able to block any escape path the boys might take. He got out with his flashlight, and surprised the teenagers as the exited the garage. They made no attempt to run. Justin put them in his truck, and drove them down to the end of Cassandra's driveway. Then, he called for a deputy to meet him. He instructed the deputy to take the boys home, get their parents to sign for them, and he would meet with the boys and their parents tomorrow to determine if there would be criminal charges.

Justin then drove back up the driveway and pulled up to Cassandra's house. He got out of the truck and went up to the porch and knocked on the door. He wanted to see what Cassandra wanted to do. Something told him that she would not want to press charges. At the very minimum, he would get the kids parents to pay for the damages. He stepped back from the door as he waited for Cassandra to answer. "Thank you for not shooting them. The paperwork I have to do on this is minimal, so, I appreciate the fact that you called me this morning Cassandra." He smiled at her. he was really hoping she would trust him.
 
Cassandra enjoyed the look of surprise on the boys' faces when Justin showed up. When he drove down the driveway with the boys, she knew he'd be back, so she went to the kitchen, starting the coffee. The knock on the door, had her wolf snarling and lunging at the door. "Romeo," She called him back, keeping her gun in hand, she opened the door, knowing it would be Justin. Smirking at his statement, she chuckled, "I try to not shoot teenagers." She said, stepping back, "Come on in," She pointed a finger at her wolf who bared his teeth at Justin, "You knock it off." Though he grumbled, the wolf stilled, just sitting there. "He won't hurt you." She assured Justin.

"I have coffee going, in the kitchen. I figure we have some talking to do." She said, grabbing her wolf by the scruff, and walking with him to the kitchen. She didn't even think that she was still in her pajamas, long pants and a sports bra. "Local kids, I'm assuming?" She asked.
 
Justin kept one eye on Cassandra's dog and the other on Cassandra as she opened the door and invited him inside. Justin was a dog lover, but he did not have a dog because he didn't think it was fair to leave a dog alone for long hours at a time. Not everyday was long for Justin, but there were some days where he was gone for over twelve hours, and he didn't think it fair to have an animal alone that long.

He was surprised that Cassandra had invited him inside. He thought their conversation would take place outside. He followed her inside and the dog growled a little until she corrected it. As he followed her into the kitchen, he couldn't help but have his eyes roam her body in the long pants and sports bra. Not only was she attractive, but she also had a great body. "I am not afraid of dogs. I love dogs, however, yours is more wolf, and I have never had one of them." he chuckled a little.

"You didn't have to put coffee on Cassandra, although I do appreciate it.' He stood in the kitchen facing her, still watching the dog out of the corner of his eye. "Yes, they were a couple of local teens. Their parents will probably do more to them than our criminal justice system ever will." He shifted his weight from side to side. He was struggling to maintain eye contact with Cassandra. He didn't want her to think he was some kind of perv checking her out. "Which brings me to you. Do you want to sign a complaint against them? They could be charged with burglary, trespass, and criminal mischief. We could also go after them for restitution for the damage they caused. However, I am pretty sure that the money for damages will be on my desk in the morning. You just tell me how you would like to proceed and I will take it in that direction."
 
She chuckles, "Yes he is," By her estimation, Romeo was three quarters wolf and a quarter German shepherd. She poured two cups of coffee "the coffee is as much for me as for you. After this, I doubt I'll be able to sleep, so I need the caffeine." She proceeded to add so much sugar to her drink it was unclear whether she had coffee with sugar or sugar with coffee.

"Have the boys done this before? If so I'd like to press charges. But if not, I'll settle for them paying for what they broke." She understood teenage mischief and would,t punish them if it was their first mistake. But if they had a history of it, she wouldn't let it continue. But as it was, she didn't want to go down to the station, fill out a report, so she wanted to just let it end here. She noticed Justin's slight discomfort, then realised what she was wearing. Briefly, Cass though about grabbing her sweatshirt. But there was this small part of her that enjoyed this, she didn't mind that he was looking at her, she kept her body in good shape and she knew it, besides like she told herself she was lonely, she didnt mind a man who wanted to look, as long as she reminded herself It couldn't go any further than that. Even if she was thinking about it.
 
Justin used all of his will power to keep from looking over Cassandra's wonderful body. Her breasts were perfect and the sports bra accentuated how good they looked. "No, they are generally good kids. Have never been in trouble with the law. The restitution piece will be no problem. In fact, I am sure their parents will have them in my office tomorrow offering to have the boys come and do the repairs themselves. You have, however, made it abundantly clear that you do not wish to be disturbed, so, I will tell them that the money for the damages will be fine and that I will help you do the repairs."

Hew through that last little piece in there to see what kind of reaction he would get. He took a sip of the coffee. "You make a great cup of coffee Cassandra. I might have to call you up and order a cup every morning," he joked with her. His mind wandered to why Cassandra was alone. She had everything in the world, in the looks department anyway, going for her. Why was she out here alone? Why did she keep everyone away? Finally, he couldn't help himself and his eyes moved slowly over her body...admiring her incredible form. He wanted to put his hands on her hips and pull her to him. Of course, if he did that, she would probably go for her gun, and Justin had rushed out of the house without his.
 
She raised a brow when he said he'd help with the repairs. Cass wanted to decline, but she'd rather him than a strange repair man, as there was no way she could replace window panels on her own. So she just nodded, "Some help would be appreciated." Besides, she could admit to being lonely, she knew she couldn't get too close, but a friendship might be okay.

Cassandra laughed at his joke, "Would be a long drive in the morning for just a cup of coffee." She chuckled before taking a sip of her own. Romeo finally curled up at Cass's feet, content that Justin wasn't going to make a wrong move. The wokc stayed awake, but appeared more relaxed.
 
"It would be worth the ride for the coffee and for the company." He smiled at her. He figured that the give and take between them would help her relax around him. It certainly seemed like the wolf was relaxing. He looked down at the wolf and then back over Cassandra's wonderful body. Looking back into her eyes, he said to her, "I will get the supplies when the store opens today. I will measure the glass and pick it up. You just tell me when would be a good time to stop over and I will stop by. I don't want to just pop in on you."

He was happy that he was going to be able to spend some time with Cassandra. There was something about her that made him want to be around her. It was more than just her looks and her sexy body. The mystery behind her probably had a lot to do with it. "Well, I will leave you be. I am going to get the paperwork done on this. I will let the boys and their parents know just how fortunate they are to have a great person who is not interested in shooting teenagers and instead phoned the Sheriff to take care of their bad behavior. Give me a call and let me know when would be a good time to stop by to do the repairs." He really didn't want to leave, but he also did not want to wear out his welcome.
 
She nods, "I work from home, so just stop out whenever, I'll be expecting you now, so I won't react quite as hostile when you show up again." Cass smiles "Thanks for your help and for offering to help make the repairs, I'm not as handy with tools as I could be." She chuckles, walking Justin to the door. "Sorry to wake you so early," She said opening the door for him.

She knew it would be far to easy to be friends with Justin, to tread into more than friends. He was just her type. If she wasn't in the position she was in, she knew she would've accepted his dinner offer the other day and chances are they would've already slept together or been well on their way. Once Justin left, Cass headed upstairs for a shower before curling up on the couch to watch a movie, a fussy blanket tucked all around her, her wolf snuggled into her side.
 
Justin went home from Cassandra's. He showered and changed into his uniform. When he left his house, with his weapon this time, he decided to stop at the market and get some coffee. He bought several cups of coffee to share with the people in the office who would be coming in shortly. After getting to the office, he began doing the paperwork on the break in at Cassandra's. At 8:00 am, the parents of both boys showed up with the boys. Justin went into the conference room. There was no need to put them in an interrogation room. When he sat down with all of them, Justin shared just how lucky they were. The owner of the property did not shoot them, did not let her guard dog loose on them, and did not wish to press charges....this time. If there was a next time, all bets were off. "All the property owner wants is restitution for the damages. My estimate of the damages is approximately $200.00. You leave that with me, and this situation is over with." The parents wanted the boys to do the repairs, but Justin told them the property owner did not want that. She wanted her privacy respected.


After everyone left, and the paperwork was finished, Justin went to the general store to get the supplies he needed to do the repairs. Once he had what he needed, including the two panes of glass, he drove home. He changed out of his uniform into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He grabbed his tool box. He took his gun with him, but put it in the console of his truck. When he arrived at Cassandra's it was just after noon. He walked up and knocked on the door, but he knew that Cassandra was aware of his presence. When she came to the door, he said, "I just wanted you to know I was here. I am going to get to work on the damage. It shouldn't take too long." He walked down off the porch and over to his truck. He grabbed the items he bought, the panes of glass, and his tool box and headed to the garage and got to work. The hardest part of the job was removing the remnants of the old, broken glass.

When he was finished, he went back to her door. He knocked on the door and waited for Cassandra. When she got to the door, he smiled at her. "All finished. It wasn't too bad. Be careful with your trash out there. There is broken glass in the one trash can. Now that it is repaired, I think it earns me a visit from you for dinner this evening. No strings attached. Just some company... a friendly dinner....some nice conversation...no expectations of anything else."
 
Cassandra managed to nap on her couch for a few hours before getting up to start her day. A walk in th3 forest followed by breakfast before settling down to work. Getting sucked in she didn't know what time it was until her alarm beeped, signalling a truck approaching. Instinctively she tensed, until She saw Justin's truck. She felt herself relax and frowned, not use to getting comfortable with a visitor. Meeting him at the door she smiled "well aren't you prompt? If you need anything, just holler, I'll be working in my kitchen. " She kept herself busy trying not to think how nice it was, having someone else near by.

Getting absorbed in her work she jumped at the knock. Shaking her head at herself she went and answered. "Well thank you. That was quick work." At his offer, her eyes flickered with the usual tension. She chewed her lower lip, assessing him. Finally she spoke. "I'm not comfortable going to your house for dinner." She hesitated before continuing "But you could come here. I could make us something, or you could bring something, doesn't matter." She wasnt sure this was a good idea, but it was what she was doing.
 
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