CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Cassidy hadn’t taken to Fraser’s sister Jessica one bit, but that was good, in her opinion. When you worked with people you liked, you had to consider their feelings and couldn’t put over your points as firmly as you could if you didn’t like them. So, having got the measure of Jessica during their working lunch at the goat farm, she found she could make clear, incisive suggestions and lay her ideas out almost as a fait accompli.
Jessica, with her ruddy complexion and sandy, greying hair, was like a coarser version of Fraser to look at. It was obvious who had inherited all the good looks. She was rather shapeless and wore a baggy navy linen dress with pockets at the front that looked like kangaroo pouches. She also had hairy legs, Cassidy noted and her broad, stubby fe
