“Hey, Cass, it’s okay.” He leaned forward on the couch, his hand outstretched, though he didn’t quite touch her. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.” His fingertips rested on her knee, about as far as he could reach, and Cassidy desperately wished she was in his arms again. The pain inside of her may have been caused by another guy, but it was Brandon’s arms that had held her together in the past when she felt as if she were falling apart. Still, it seemed wrong to ask him to ...