“Why that’s terribly flattering.”
Cassidy had been saying that a lot lately. California and Italy were in a bidding war for her expertise. Even hiding away on vacation, news of increased offers trickled her direction. Germany and France had both left lengthy voice messages, or rather a lengthy series of messages in two-minute chunks that Russell was very familiar with.
He leaned against the stone parapet of the microscopic balcony. Barely big enough to stand in, but enough for him to stare down at the tiny harbor. It would be just big enough to tuck the Lady in among the fishing boats. Nutcase would love this place.
He could hear Cassidy in the bedroom checking up on the latest flurry of offers. Cassidy Knowles was in play and the games had begun. Salaries, personal villas, cars, and pe
