Cassidy moved to the bow once they’d anchored, wishing she’d had the foresight to bring a book. It was an idyllic setting. Night was falling and Seattle was a shining backdrop as the last of the daylight was replaced by sparkling office and apartment lights. Myrtle Edwards Park was a throbbing mass of people—half the population of Seattle must be jammed in there to watch the fireworks. A band cranked out some serious dance tunes that made her feet twitch despite how she was feeling.
A hundred or more boats clustered as close to the fireworks barge as the police would allow. There were power yachts that must be over a hundred feet long and three stories tall. In between them ski boats, fishing skiffs, and two-person sailboats scuttled around while a massive three-masted sailboat cruised by
