Cassie leaves the life she loves in her small New Jersey community when she discovers her husband’s very public affair.
Tom Maldonado has always been her loyal friend and protector. In spite of mutual attraction, they are faced with the challenge of moving from friends to lovers in the face of opposition from their children and Cassie’s ailing ex.
Dave Lopresti is sexy and exotic. But he’s also a professional athlete who seems to have his pick when it comes to equally sexy and exotic women of all ages.
Is Cassie ready for the fast lane or will Tom’s steadfast friendship convince her otherwise?
I get why you like Arizona," shouted Tom. "This drive is amazing."
We were heading north on I 17, Tom driving. We'd put the top down on my red Sebring convertible and were driving through stunning mountains and canyons on our way to Sedona. We expected to reach our destination in time for lunch. I was able to get a reservation at L'Auberge de Sedona, a beautiful gourmet restaurant on the outskirts of the town. I'd wanted to go there ever since I moved to Arizona. I figured we would have lunch there and afterwards, walk around the town before heading back down to Phoenix.
"Some people from back home say they would miss the ocean, and mind you, I sometimes do, but the stretches of open sky and these mountains," I said, gesturing all around us, "are a whole other kind of beauty." I tucked the loose ends of my hair back into the barrette holding my hair back off my face.
Tom nodded. "I can see that. Besides, the ocean is just flying distance from here." He glanced over at me and grinned and when he did, his eyes sparkled. He looked relaxed and boyish. I'd never really seen him like that, so carefree. It made me think of adventures and possibilities as if we were twenty-something, not forty plus.
"As long as you can afford it, both coasts are reachable," he said. "But do you miss family, friends? They're not so accessible."
I didn't answer right away. It was something I didn't let myself think about too much. I knew I'd been avoiding the question and didn't have a response. At some point, I knew I would have to come to grips with the issue of my family and friends back east...back home. Now that I lived out here, was I prepared to make it forever? Maybe now, with Tom -- someone I trusted from back there -- I could start to think about that and find the answer.
"I guess I haven't figured it out yet," I began cautiously. "Remember," I said leaning towards him so he could hear me. "I practically fled from New Jersey."