“You want me to what?” The cordless phone was slippery in her hands, Cassidy grabbed a Kleenex from her living room couch’s end table to wipe off the sudden sweat off her palms. It was just as slippery after she did so.
“C’mon, Cassidy. You already told Mom that you didn’t have plans for the 4th of July.” Russell’s voice was deep and soft on the phone. Not the softness of weakness, but the softness of warm fires on quiet evenings. “You were really great with them, by the way. Thanks. You were definitely the highlight of their trip out. I’d have been dead without you.”
“A 4th of July boat party?” This made her far more nervous than meeting his parents. This would be a real date.
“Right! We’ll cruise down to the Seattle waterfront before sunset and toss out a hook.”
“We’ll go fishing?”
