Healing hearts

Chapter twenty eight

Cassie's pov

Xander parked the car in my family's driveway. We were here to have Thanksgiving dinner. I came out of the car and carried my baby while Xander took the gift we'd brought. Mia helped, carrying some of the bags. She looked really beautiful tonight - I had to admit that - but I still thought I looked better.

I knocked on the door, and my mom opened it, welcoming us all in. She took Alex from my hands and we all went inside. Xander offered all the gifts he'd brought, and my mom appreciated them. I told him to go and sit in the living room with Mia while I helped out in the kitchen. I also gave Alex back to him.

"Is there any way I can help?" I asked my mom. She was already being assisted by a team of caterers.

"No, honey," she said. "You're a guest here today. Go and relax. We'll serve the meal soon."

"Nonsense, mom," I said. "This is my home too. I can help."

She sighed. "Fine," she said. "You can cut the vegetables."

I heard a voice behind me. "Hey, I didn't know you were coming!" I turned around to see Noah. I smiled and greeted him back.

"I didn't know either," I said. "But Dad insisted, and I couldn't say no."

"Well, it's nice to have you home," he said. I smiled, glad to hear it.

"I'm glad you've forgiven me for what I did, Cassie," he said. "And I plan to respect you from now on."

I was so happy to hear that. "Thank you, Noah," I said.

"Can I help?" he asked. I nodded, and he rolled up his sleeves, taking a knife and helping me cut the carrots. We chatted as we worked, and I was so glad that things seemed fine between us.

Soon, Mia came into the kitchen, looking at us both with a weird expression on her face. "Hey, Cassie," she said. "I was just hoping to get a glass of water."

"Sure," I said, going to get her a glass of water . I handed it to her, and she took it, thanking me before leaving the kitchen.

"Who's that?" Noah asked, pointing to the door that Mia had just left through.

"A friend of Xander's," I said.

Really, he said. "I thought you were his only friend."

I shot him a  glare. "Since when did guys have attractive friends like that?" he asked.

"Oh, they go way back," I said. "They've been friends since college, and they're very close."

"And that doesn't bother you?" he asked, giving me a curious look and I looked at him.

"Of course not," I said. "I trust Xander."

"And you believe nothing has ever happened between them?" he asked.

"Well that was before he met me again, and Why are you asking all of this?" I asked.

"I'm just saying, if I had a hot-blooded, sex-driven male like that for a husband, I'd be careful about the girls I let him call friends," he said, and I looked at him weirdly.

"How do you know he's hot-blooded and sex-driven?" I asked.

"Come on, Cassie," he said. "That guy forced himself on you." I didn't like what he said one bit.

"Stop it," I said.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to upset you"

But his words were still ringing in my head. Could I trust Mia around my husband?