“One more chance.”
There was a silence on the phone to Cassidy’s opening salvo.
“Are you there?”
“Yes, just trying to catch my breath.” The sound of reprieve in Russell’s voice couldn’t have been greater if a firing squad had just been ordered back to barracks.
“Your mom was great by the way. They took me to the Four Seasons and completely spoiled me.”
“She’s good at that.”
“So?” She’d waited until she was home to call. Waited until his messages repeated themselves in her head so much she couldn’t sleep. Messages about the success and closing of his business. Of his childhood dreams to go sailing. Of the progress of his cat on her never-ending quest for the perfect nap. All passed on in two-minute clips allowed by her voicemail. At first he’d stumbled, been cut off, beeped out in mid
