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“We’ll get a real office.” I reach over to adjust a stray bit of thread on a corkboard. “We can afford it now, I guess.”

“Yeah.” Cash is looking around the room. “Youcoulddo that…”

“Or?” Wheeler turns her attention to him. “You sound like you have an idea.”

“I might.” His eyes catch on mine before flicking back to the boots. “Sounds like y’all need more of a studio than an office. Because that’s what y’all seem to enjoy most, right? The design part of all this?”

My heart flutters. Fuck this guy for paying such close attention to…well, everything.

“You’re good,” Wheeler says.

Cash laughs. “Something to consider—that’s all.”

That’s all. You only stole my heart, and now you’re stealing my friend’s, too.

I still don’t know how Cash and I are going to make this work.

But I’m relatively certain I’ll die on this hill. Because I don’t think I’ll be able to let this man go.

I practically fling myself at him the second Wheeler leaves. Chuckling, Cash stumbles backward, curling his arms around me as I suck on his neck.

“What’s this about?”

“Thank you.”

He presses his erection against me and reaches for the zipper at the back of my dress. “For what?”

“Loving my people.”

“You love ’em, so I love ’em too.” Cash pulls back to meet my eyes. “I’m only takin’ notes from you, honey. You love my people well. So well, I think they’re startin’ to like you more than they like me.”

I furrow my brow. “Of course they like me more. You’re a grumpy asshole.”

He leans in to nip at the corner of my lips. “That fuckin’ mouth.”

“It’s a problem.” I reach between us and cup his dick through his jeans. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“Oh, honey.” His hands find my shoulders. He pushes me down. “I got some ideas.”

Laughing, I sink to my knees as Cash rips open his zipper. “What kind of ideas?”

“Ideas that keep that sassy mouth busy. Open, honey.”

“Only for you.”

“That’s right.” His eyes go hazy when I reach up to pull his dick out of his pants. “Only me.”

CHAPTER 31

Cash

GOLD RUSH

“I can’t thankyou enough, Wyatt.” Keeping my voice low, I glance over my shoulder. “Those surveys were the missing piece of the puzzle.”

“Tallulah came through too. Gonna be a big-ass project.”

The door behind me is closed, but I can’t be too careful. I’m in Bellamy Brooks’s “closet,” as far away from Mollie’s bedroom as possible. It’s early, a little past four, and she’s dead asleep. I want her to get some rest before we meet her mom later today.

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