Chapter 12

• Cassie and Brian shared a look, one full of heat at the memory of how they met the first time. Cassie hadn’t been able to look at tequila, salt, or limes the same way since.
• “Irish picked me up in a bar,” Cassie said and he laughed heartily. Maree smiled uncertainly.
• “It’s true,” he told his mother. “I walked into a bar one night in Melbourne after a particularly bad day dealing with CASA and there she was. Fortunately, there was an empty barstool beside her, so I took it.”