The woman tried this time, her tone gentle. “Ye never mentioned a boyfriend. Is that what he is?” “He’s… It’s hard to explain.” “Is he a member of Arran’s crew?” she pressed. At Cassie’s tiny nod, the man swore then abruptly left the room. Cassie watched him go. “He isn’t my boyfriend, not exactly, but he is mine.” Hers? My heart thumped out of time. “You’re going to have to walk me through that,” the woman said. Cassie sighed. “He has green eyes.” “Do we think that’s a good enough reason to kidnap someone?”
