Not even the slightest of peeps was heard from the front seat for the duration of their journey home.  There were no glances, however brief, from Bernard in the rearview mirror, other than checking for traffic.  He’d clearly gotten her message.  Orion decided right there and then to not remind his assistant about this altercation with the Princess, unless he brought it up first.  He highly doubted he would.<br/><br/>Cassiopeia shifted again, eliminating altogether the marginal gap between them.  Orion’s bare leg, since he was still wearing his practice shorts, was now touching her snug jeans.  “Hi,” she said sweetly, a far cry from her invective toward Bernard.  The Prince released her hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulder instead.  They’d be home soon.<br/><br/>She felt compelled to let him know that her schedule was open for the remainder of the day.  Orion didn’t respond, at least not yet.  He’d wait to inquire as to what she might have in mind, once they were alone and away from a nearby pair of functioning ears.