An Unexpected Love, Amber Riel [i have read the book .txt] 📗

hearted sweet attractive guy.  She just wanted to know what had made him decide to rob the bank.  “That sounds nice.”

          Brandon nodded.  “No problem.”  He left the room for a few minutes and then walked in with a radio but no speakers.  He placed it on the floor.  “I’ll be back with speakers,” he told Cassie as he plugged the radio up and then stood.  He walked out of the room again and not long later walked in with two matching black speakers.  He plugged them up to the radio and then stood up.  He walked over to the dresser and grabbed the CD case.  He turned around and walked back to the radio.  “So what do you want to listen to?”

          “All four of the Jonas Brothers CDs and Mitchel Musso.”

          Brandon raised an eyebrow and looked at Cassie.  “You actually listen to them, don’t you?”

          “Well, yea.  All three of the Jonas Brothers and Mitchel Musso are hot…. I was going to get married to Kevin Jonas before him and Danielle got married….”

          Brandon kind of laughed as he placed the CDs into the radio.

          “Now, I plan on marrying Justin Chatwin…. And this is how it’s going to happen…. We’ll be in the same building our eyes will lock onto each other’s, he’ll start walking toward me, then he’ll stop,” Cassie acted dramatically as she spoke, “at first I’ll think that he seen someone else but then he’ll bend down and pick up a penny….  I’ll be relieved then he’ll stand back up and we’ll lock eyes again.  He’ll start walking toward me again, but wait, he stops again then bend down again but this time to tie his shoe.  He’ll stand back up and we’ll lock eyes again and he’ll stop as soon as he finally walks over to me.  He’ll say, ‘Hi I’m Justin Chatwin,’” she said as she made her voice deeper.  “And I’ll say, ‘I know and I’m Cassie Smith,’” she spoke with a dreamy tone.  “Then my dad will show up out of nowhere and say, ‘I’m Mark Smith her father.’  I’ll be so embarrassed but Justin will say, ‘Hello sir….”

          Brandon couldn’t help but laugh.  “Is that your imagination or one of your fantasies?”

          “Kind of both,” Cassie laughed.  She was an optimistic person and believed that anything could happen.  She knew not everything would happen but she liked to believe anyways.

Visiting Laura

          Cassie sat up and yawned.  She had just waking up from a long night’s rest.  Buck lay on the floor, stilling sleeping.  The new day had only made Cassie remember how she was a prisoner in some man’s house who she had barely knew.

          Knock…. Knock…. Knock.

          She rolled her eyes because she knew it was Brandon.  Of course, after all he was the only one who knew she was even there.  “Come in.”

          Brandon opened the door and Cassie couldn’t help but notice that he was shirtless.  He had a muscular body type just a perfect fit with his cute face.  “Good morning,” he told her.

          Cassie had look away before her words came out with something stupid.  “Good morning,” she replied.

          Brandon walked over to the dresser and opened it.  He began searching for something.  “I thought that you were never going to get up…. I knocked on the door at seven and you didn’t answer; I cracked it open and you were sleeping…. And then I did that same thing a few minutes ago and you were still sleeping and now you’re awake.”

          “Yea…. I just woke up.” Cassie turned her attention toward him and the dresser but managed to keep herself from saying something ridiculous.  “What are you looking for?”

          “One of my niece’s teddy bears.”

          “Oh…. Why?”

          “She’s coming home from the hospital today and my brother wants me to go with him to pick up her and my sister-in-law.”

          “Oh…. So what am I supposed to do while you’re gone?”

          Brandon grabbed a medium size stuff bear; all brown with a black rose, two beady black eyes, and a brown bow tied around his neck.  He looked around and then over at Cassie.  “Stay up here.”

          Cassie turned red with anger.  She didn’t want to stay cooped up in the room all day.  “What?!” she exclaimed.  “I don’t think so….”

          “Well, too bad…. You shouldn’t have gotten kidnapped.”

          “What?!  You’re the one who kidnapped me and I was trying to run for help.”

          “Okay.”  Brandon worked his way out of the room, holding onto the bear.  “Buck’s going to keep an eye on you and I’m not going to be gone for long.  Now bye.”  He closed the door.

          Cassie was beyond angry.  She was furious that she couldn’t do anything.

 

          Brandon sat in the passenger seat of a little silver car.  The guy who was in the driver’s seat looked like Brandon a little bit but he was a few years older and had darker hair than Brandon and had dark brown eyes.  They sat at a red light waiting for it to change.

          “So how is your job; still doing well?  Or is it as bad as everyone else’s job in this economy?” the man asked.

          Brandon couldn’t bring himself to the man what had happen in the last couple of days.  He knew he shouldn’t lie to his brother but didn’t have a choice.  “Every now and then we’ll do good but then it’ll go back to being terrible.”

          “I hear you.”  The man began driving, going straight ahead after the light finally changed from red to green.  “It’s bad everywhere.”

          Brandon needed to get his brother to change the subject.  “So, Chris, Laura’s coming home today?” he felt kind of stupid asking the question because he knew the answer but couldn’t think of anything else to talk about.

          “Yep…. They said that we have to keep an eye on her though.  Me and Jessica are praying, but hopefully, she’ll be around for a few more years….” Chris began to choke.  “We want to watch her grow up…. We hate having to bring her to the hospital without knowing that she’s going to be around for another day or if she’s going to leave us…. Leave this world….” He hated talking about his daughter as if she was nothing more than a charity case but he didn’t want to think that the best will happen when in reality the worst could happen instead.  “It’s hard to be positive…. I try to be but it’s hard…. I hope that when you meet the woman who you’re destined to be with and when you’re married and have kids of your own…. That you and your future wife never have to go through this with any of your kids like me and Jessica are with Laura.  It’s a parent’s worst nightmare…. To have to go through something like this.”

          “Thanks, bro.”  Brandon could see that it was hurting Chris to see his only daughter, his only child, suffering.  He respected his brother enough not to make fun of him for crying and it also hurt him because that was his only niece.  “I’m sure she’ll get better.”  He kind of smiled.  “Laura’s a tough six-year-old and she’s fighting.  She’ll be alright.

          Chris kept his eyes on the road.  “Thanks, man.”

          “No problem.”

 

          Buck sat up on the floor and looked up at Cassie.  He rested his head in her lap as if to ask her if could let him out.

          Cassie thought the dog was just so cute with his humanlike expressions and she wished she could let him out but she couldn’t.  “I’m sorry, boy.  I can’t let you out.  I can’t even get out…. And it’s all because of your cute, idiotic, sweet, charming owner.”  She thought about what she had said and was glad that Brandon wasn’t around to hear those words come out of her mouth.  “Why did I say that?  Yea, Brandon’s cute, but he kidnapped me and killed Micheal.  I can’t like him, and I shouldn’t think that he’s cute.”  She lay back down and stared at the far wall.  “I hope that he gets back soon.  I’m hungry.”

 

          Melinda and Jennie were at the police station waiting for a cop to talk to.  They watched as a cop with short black hair walked up to them.  They could tell that he was obviously in his forties.  He was bolding and overweight.

          “It looks like someone didn’t waste any time at the doughnut factory,” Melinda whispered to Jennie.

          “That’s mean, Melinda,” Jennie whispered in return.

          “Well, it’s true.  Look at him.  He’s soooo….”

          “How may I help you, ladies?” the man asked.  His voice was deep.

          “Well, see our best friend was kidnapped yesterday and we were wondering if you were working on the case?” Jennie asked.

          “What’s the name?”

          “Cassie Smith.”

          “I don’t know let me check.”  He turned around.

          “I don’t know what’s scarier.  His front or his back,” Melinda whispered in a disgusted tone.

          “Melinda, that’s really mean…. And both,” Jennie replied.

          “Officer Sheen, are we working on the Cassie Smith case?!” he called toward the back room.

          “Yes we are, Officer Davis,” a skinny twenty-seven year old man with short black hair answered.  He was about 6’foot 2’inches tall.  He had to duck as he walked into from the back room.

          Jennie and Melinda stared at him in amazement at how tall the man was and both of their mouths fell as they watched him stand.  He was like a giant to them.

          “Are you a basketball player?” Melinda asked.

          The guy laughed.  “Nope….”  Office Sheen walked over to Officer Davis, carrying a folder.  “Cassie’s parents were in here to report the kidnapping.  Her father had to do the talking because her mother kept crying…. Actually, they were telling you about the kidnapping.”

          “Oh yea…. That’s right…. Man, I’m hungry.  If you excuse me, ladies, and Sheen, I’m going to go get some doughnuts from the factory.”  He left.

          Melinda turned her attention toward Jennie.  “Told you.”

 

          Brandon and Chris worked their way into the hospital.  Once inside of the cool gloomy building, a twenty-seven year old woman with blonde hair pushed a six year old girl with light brown hair in a black and silver wheel chair.  The child’s face lit up as she spotted Brandon.  “Uncle Brandon!” she exclaimed with excitement.

          “Laura!” Brandon laughed.  He walked over to the child, bent down, and gave her a hug.  “Are you glad to be going home today?”

          “Yea.”

          “Good because your mommy and daddy really love having you home and I love having my little buddy back.”  Brandon and Laura had a bond that no one else could take from them.  They always loved joking around with one another.

          “Thanks for coming, Brandon,” the woman told him.

          “No problem, Jessica.”

          “You’re really the only one who she wanted to see.”  Jessica laughed.  “Is Uncle Brandon coming?  When is Uncle Brandon going to get here?  She really looks up to you.”

          Brandon stood up and smiled at his loving little niece.

          “Uncle Brandon, can I stay at