“We’re nearly there.”
Cassidy didn’t awake from her afternoon nap with a start as he’d expected. She woke slowly, like a cat stretching and considering her next action carefully. Perhaps a yawn, perhaps another stretch. She’d slept for several hours in the shade of the cockpit bench. He’d managed not to stare too much. Part of him was amazed that she felt safe enough to sleep in his presence. He’d take that as a plus.
She wandered below and was a while coming back up.
She’d changed into shorts and a halter top that nearly blew his blood pressure. Her light blouse was now open, worn more as a shawl against the sun than a cover. It revealed and hid her figure with every motion and breath of the wind. Her hair, let down from its tight bun, cascaded about her shoulders. Her face still had t
