Cassidy grinned in response to her astonishment. "Yeah! Like bloody Alexa. 'Course, this isn't the real Google. Just a smart speaker. I prefer it. Comes without the satellite linkup to the CIA."

He joined her on the bed, and silently accepted a cup of wine with a smile. In exchange, he set his basket down within her reach.

"Roasted meat of some description?" he offered.