“Angelo didn’t tell me you had moved here to Seattle.” Jo had gone with ginger ale. She’d needed to be awake in under five hours and headed to the gym before work. She really needed to be home in bed, not chatting with Angelo’s mother in some all-night in-crowd airport bar.
“Ah, I was more than right. You are the girl who rides the bicycles. That is good.”
Jo eyed her carefully, but the smile was genuine. A quick glance showed Cassidy’s attention was with Perrin at the moment which, Jo decided, was a good thing.
“My Angelo’s taste. Sometimes it is good, sometimes not so good. I tell him that he should find someone as pretty and nice as you, and now he has.”
Jo glanced over at Angelo, slumped in his chair and pretending to ignore Russell. “So you told him to chase me and he does? Doesn’
