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gave Andrew a wide smile.
    Cassidy’s breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
    Andrew had a similar expression on his face but was the first to recover. “I never would have done that.”
    “Well, alcohol tends to have that effect on people, especially when someone has been drinking a lot, like you were.”
    “ C'est pas vrai! J'arrive pas le croire ,” Cassidy murmured. It couldn’t be true. She couldn’t believe it. Andrew and Ashley, her Andy? Her head was spinning with the information. She had believed Andrew loved her, but then he’d gone and slept with Ashley after he’d slept with her? A lump grew in her throat as she forced herself to hold back her tears.
    “It can’t be true, I never would have done that, not even under the influence of alcohol,” Andrew claimed, sounding nearly as upset as Cassidy.
    “Well, we did and you told me it was the best you ever had.” Ashley smiled wickedly. “And, baby, it was the best time for me too. Three times, to be exact.”
    Cassidy narrowed her eyes. Without thought, her hand swung back and she slapped Ashley across the cheek. She turned to face Andrew, tears streaming down her cheeks. “ Salaud, je te déteste !” In one fluid motion, she tossed her champagne at Andrew.
    Cassidy turned to go, but he was quick to grab her hand. “Cassidy, wait!”
    “Let me go! Comment pourriez-vous me faire ça? Je ne veux plus jamais te parler. Je te hais !” she yelled and wrenched her wrist away from his grasp and ran out of the room and up the stairs.
    Andrew watched Cassidy run away from him, wiping away the champagne she’d thrown on him in shock. What the hell had happened?
    “Did Cassidy just throw her drink at you?” Rachel asked, hurrying to his side. “Let me guess, she found out?”
    Andrew nodded, then turned his angry gaze to Ashley, who was still holding her cheek where Cassidy had hit her.
    Rachel followed his gaze. “Oh no, don’t tell me—”
    “No! I know it’s not true, but she just blurted it out and now Cassidy will think—”
    “You have no proof. How do you know she’s lying, as much as I hate to admit it?” Rachel asked.
    “My heart is my proof. I never would have had anything to do with her, even if I was piss-ass drunk, Rach. I couldn’t do that, not to Cassidy.”
    “Yeah, but you could sleep with someone else?” Rachel snapped.
    “No!” Andrew interjected but realized he had no idea what had happened that night, and he hated admitting the fact he could have slept with anyone . He only wanted Cassidy and to see the pain in her eyes was killing him. “Go talk to her, you’re her best friend.”
    “No, she needs time to be alone,” Rachel said calming down a bit. “Come on, we should go.”
    “What about me? What does this mean for us?” Ashley cried, getting over her shock enough to grab his arm.
    “Us? There is no us, there never was and there never will be. And even though you say that we slept together the other night, I don’t believe you for one second. I would never do that,” Andrew said, then pushed her clinging hands away from him and followed his sister outside just as the clock stroke twelve.
     
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    Cassidy pushed her way through the staring crowd and ran up the stairs to her room. She shut the door and locked it, hoping no one, not even Rachel, would come looking for her. She didn’t want to explain herself, and she knew Rachel would see straight through her ‘I-just-don’t-want-to-see-him-with-Ashley’ excuse and possibly realize her depth of emotion for Andrew.
    Cassidy leaned against her door and let the tears flow freely. She hated being weak. No, she hated Andrew Winbright for ripping her heart out and throwing it away. She’d believed everything he’d said to her that night, but he’d obviously only said those things to get her into bed. If he had loved her, he wouldn’t have done this to her. He wouldn’t have slept with another woman, especially not