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shoulders. Blake stood close to me as we walked to the car. So close that his arm and hand were brushing mine, tickling my skin. My heart rate picked up wondering if he was doing it on purpose. His voice broke through my thoughts as he spoke softly to me, "I should probably get you back home now. Your grandmother is going to be worrying."
"Yeah she will be. Thanks for coming with me." I smiled up at him. "I feel like I've got a lot to thank you for this weekend. I'm just sorry for all the drama."
"Don't be. I always love helping a damsel in distress. It balances out my narcissism." He grinned.
"Ha ha, it seems to me it’s a catalyst," I shot back.
    He pretended to contemplate my words then laughed again. "Yeah you may be right. I think I've got a hero complex."
"Well in that case, Blake you are my hero." I tried to keep my voice light and devoid of any serious meaning, nudging his shoulder playfully.
"I like hearing that, can you say it again?"
I shook my head and shrugged a shoulder, “Sorry, it was a onetime only kind of deal."

We sat in comfortable silence most of the ten minute journey to Gran's house. I only talked to give him brief directions and I found myself gently humming along to the radio. As we pulled up the drive, Gran popped her head out the door frowning and gestured for me to hurry up before disappearing again.

Blake stiffened next to me. "Go on in, I'll see you around Cassie."
I raised my eyebrows at the way he just dismissed me. This man was confusing. He had just switched. I frowned, “Well if that's how you want to play it, then yeah see you around." I bent over to reach for my bag and my hair fell, covering the side of my face. Blake leaned over and lifted it back with his hand, and twirling it in his fingers. "I'm glad you're okay," he said quietly, and just like that he let it drop down my back. His lips turned up slightly in a faint smile, then turned his head back round to stare out the front of the windscreen.

I grabbed my things and got out. As I reached the top of the steps I turned, and he was still sat there looking out the front of the car. That man was a puzzle. One that I definitely wanted to solve .
"Cassie, dear, I'm so glad you're back home safe." She rushed over to hug me. "I was shocked when Laurel rang last night and told me what happened. I cannot believe someone would try such a thing! It’s disgraceful. Are you okay?"
I sighed, "Yes, I'm fine, really, just eager to sleep it off and forget all about this weekend."
"I see. Was that Blake Richard's car I saw you getting out of? Laurel told me a friend found you and you were in safe hands. I know you are a big girl now, but you need to stay away from that one. He's no good. Always has some bimbo attached to him, he buys flowers for them every week. You should find someone your own age. Plenty of strapping young men in this town. Margaret's grandson James is single. I'll put in a good word for you."
"No you won't. I'm not being pimped out by grandmother thank you!"
"Cassandra!" she cried, and tutted at my choice of words.
"There's nothing wrong with Blake and he’s only a year older anyway. He was just being a friend. He saved my life for goodness sake. I owe him one, and so do you." She winced, and I knew then there was something she wasn't telling me. "What is it Gran? What have you got against him?" She looked like she wanted to say something. I could picture cogs turning in her head but she must have thought better of it. "All I am saying is that you can do better. That one will break your heart just like Daniel. Listen to your grandmother or you will regret it."
She waved her hand as though that was the conversation over but I definitely had not agreed to anything. I flew straight upstairs and jumped into bed, deciding it was time for an afternoon nap. I ignored the little voice in my head telling me to stay away from him. I drifted off, dreaming of Blake with his arms wrapped around me. It was one of the best