“Cassie?” he called softly, already knowing she wouldn’t answer. He pushed himself out of bed, following the light he could see through one of the windows.
Andy found her there in her shop, surrounded by her creations, a look of fierce determination etched into her brow. He leaned against the doorway, watching her work with an ache in his heart. The silence between them was heavy with unspoken words.
“Can’t sleep?” he asked.
Cassie jumped slightly, then flashed him a quick smile. “Just had an idea I couldn’t ignore,” she replied, her fingers never pausing in their dance.
“You need rest, Cassie. We both do.”
“I will, soon. Just...let me finish this hem.”
Andy nodded, though disappointment clouded his dark eyes. “I’ll be waiting,” he said, retreating back to their bed.
As he lay down again, listening to the distant whir of the sewing machine, Andy’s thoughts wandered. He pondered the threads of ambition that wove through Cassie’s spirit, admiring and yet fearing them. He loved her passion, her drive, but at moments like this, he couldn’t shake the feeling that her business, her need to prove herself, was stealing her away from him.
