All the way back to the cockpit, she could feel Julia’s scrutiny. Russell’s mother didn’t miss a thing and it made Cassidy’s cheeks burn. She’d seen how close Cassidy had come to kissing her son. John gave no indication of noticing what he’d interrupted—if indeed he had. Maybe John was where Russell had inherited his obtuse nature.
Cassidy slid shakily into the seat.
Julia glanced at her son.
Russell stood at the tiller with his dad, both of them looking up at the sails and absorbed in some silent guy conversation about wind and canvas.
Julia took her hand and patted it, “Don’t worry, dear. The Morgan men aren’t the sharpest tacks in the bunch, but they get there eventually.”
If her cheeks were heated before, they were on fire now. She turned to look away from her reflection in Julia’
