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He raked his hand through his hair. "What do you want me to say?" His voice was thick with desperation. "There’s no good answer here."

"The truth, Cash. Tell me the truth."

"Fine. Yes, I've slept with her."

"And the woman from before?" she asked, glaring at him.

"Yes."

"Just how many women in this bar have you slept with?" Even as the question left her mouth she knew it was unfair, but right now she just couldn’t seem to stop the spiral.

"Evie, that's not fair."

"That many huh?"

"You really want to do this?" he spat back at her.

"How many, Cash?"

"You really wanna know? Because I won’t lie to you, but I also don’t want to have this conversation here."

She had never seen him angry before, but it was too late.

"How many, Cash?"

His eyes scanned the bar, and it was enough to make Evie regret her question, but there was no backing down now.

"Four."

Four. She needed to leave. Because she knew none of those women looked like her. Was she just an experiment to him? Branching out? She turned to leave because she couldn't even look at him right now. He had never given her any indication that he didn't find her attractive, quite the opposite in fact. But right now, her head was just so blurry, and she couldn't hardly see straight. She needed to get out of here, with the door in sight she picked up pace and left the bar.

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CASH

What the fuck just happened? Cash had been thrown off balance ever since Bryan showed up. Then he saw them cozy together on the patio, and he fought all of his baser instincts to punch him in the mouth, but he didn't because he had to trust Evie. But Evie hadn’t returned that trust. That woman had caught him off guard. He quickly told her he was here with someone just like he had earlier tonight.

He was who he was, and he wouldn't feel shame for his past. What just happened had him a mess of feelings, and not a single one of them was good.

He finally caught up with her outside of the bar.

"Evie. What the hell?" he asked.

"Go back inside," she said as she was tapping away on her phone.

"No." He watched her, but she just kept tapping on her phone before she slipped it into her clutch.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Ordering a ride." she said not even looking at him.

"Evie. Stop. What's wrong?"

She just looked at him with an exasperated look on her face.

"I can't change my past,” he continued. “I could’ve lied to you, but I’ll never do that either. I haven’t been with anyone else since we got together at the gala."

"Seriously?" she asked in disbelief. "I'm supposed to believe you just stopped sleeping with people once we slept together?"

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