Page 68 of Cash

"Seriously?"

Cash nodded as they jogged to Conner's place. It was nice having him close. Not only was it good to have a teammate nearby, but Conner had become one of his best friends. They slowed as they came to Conner's and started stretching.

"I heard some music coming from your house. How are things going with River?"

"Pretty decent. Loud, but we seem to have come to an understanding. Things with Evie got fucked last night though."

"Yeah, you’re looking a little rough."

"I'm hung over."

"Ya know, most people don't run when they are hung over," Conner said.

"We aren't most people. I just needed to clear my head."

"Any clarity?"

"Nope,” he said, popping the p hard.

"Wanna come in? Sasha was making some breakfast when I left."

Cash nodded and followed him in. It smelled good, bacon and coffee, and that was all Cash really needed. A pang of jealousy twisted in him as he watched Conner slide in behind Sasha and nuzzle her and give her a kiss on the cheek.

"Ewww. You're so sweaty," she complained with a laugh as she turned around. "Cash. What are you doing here?"

"I ran into him on my jog. He fucked things up with Evie last night."

"I did not. Why do you automatically assume it was my fault?"

"What happened?" asked Sasha.

"Well for starters I spent the afternoon playing golf with her father, brother, soon to be brother-in-law AND her ex. That was painful, but I made it through," he said as he poured himself some coffee.

"That sounds awful," Sasha said, handing him a plate. "Help yourself."

He took the plate and loaded it up with eggs and bacon. He launched into it, telling them everything that happened, including her asking how many people I’d slept with in the club.

“Oh, no,” Conner groaned.

"Right? What am I supposed to do there?"

"How high was the number?" Sasha asked bracing for contact.

"It was only four...I think."

"That's actually not as bad as it could have been," Conner says trying to be comforting, but it wasn’t helping.

"Did you tell her that?" asked Sasha.

"Yeah. What was I supposed to do? Lie?" he shrugged.

Sasha nodded, sitting at the table with them. “That’s a tough situation.”

"Now she’s not talking to me and blocked me. I don't know what to do."

"You haven't talked to her at all?" Conner asked.

With a deep sigh, Cash shook his head. "After I left the club, I went to Westside and got wasted. Luckily Ethan was there and drove me home. That reminds me, can you take me to my truck?"

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