But it wasn’t. Russell couldn’t think of a thing to say for the whole drive home. Neither of them was grumpy. Cassidy had tried to start the conversation a couple of times, but it always fizzled out. As much her doing as his. It wasn’t a comfortable silence, but it was a companionable one; both lost in their own thoughts.
He’d dropped her at the condo to write her next column.
She might come by the boat later.
They spent most nights together, as often as not on the boat. They both claimed it was to keep Nutcase company, but Russell didn’t sleep well in high-rise condos—though being with Cassidy in that big bed or sitting before that amazing view from her balcony had already gone a long way toward changing his mind.
California. Italy. Even if she stayed in Seattle or went back to New Y
