oc_marker-14" class="Chapter">NOVEMBER 1
Cassidy was right back where she’d started.
Alone and huddled behind a lighthouse in a blinding rain and a roaring wind.
Better equipped, Cassidy wasn’t likely to freeze to death, but that didn’t make her any happier to be here than at West Point lighthouse last January.
Damn you, Russell. Not one message. Not a single note. When she’d handed his duffle and his camera to Angelo it had been so awkward she’d had to run out of the restaurant not knowing if she would speak or cry had she opened her mouth. Russell had ruined everything.
Jo and Perrin had tried to cheer her up. But neither could explain his final question. They agreed that “in your arms” was a good answer. Light and funny, yet romantic and cozy, too. It had the added benefit of be
