Page 12 of Cold Foot Cash

Cash’s head dropped back, exposing his muscular neck and Adam’s apple. “Thanks a lot…girlfriend.”

“Cashew, Cashew,” the girls were chanting back there.

“Hey remember that time you wanted me here?” she quipped, grinning.

“I’m full of regrets,” he told her, but his smile said otherwise. He handed her the pool stick. “We’re switching to doubles.”

“In the middle of a game?” King asked.

“Dude, you have like seven balls left, you lose.”

Indeed, no solids remained, save the eight ball.

“I’m Reed,” another of the guys introduced himself, with a quick hand shake.

“Kade,” another one called from near the girls.

The two ladies that were interested in Cash took their seats a couple tables away, giving them some space, and okay. Doubles. She hadn’t played in a long time, but she could give it a go.

While Reed racked, Cash came to stand next to her. He bumped her shoulder.

“No touching,” she reminded him.

“Oh come on. Friends touch. I’m not after you like that. Was just saying thank you.” He pointed to the women along the tables near the wall, and introduced them one by one. Timber,Sasha, Katrina all waved back as he said their names, and then he explained that Raynah was a new mom and she and her man were staying home tonight.

“I’m Harley,” she said with a little wave for the women.

They didn’t seem catty at least. Their smiles were big and they didn’t seem to be paying too much attention to her, which was nice.

“Do you want a drink?” she asked Cash.

“From you? No thanks, stalker. I’m not trying to get drugged.”

“You’re so weird,” she muttered, feeling a little embarrassed for trying to be smooth and offering. “I was just trying to be nice.”

“Oh, it’s been a while since you’ve been out of the flirting game, huh?” he asked.

“Yes.” She frowned. “But also, we aren’t flirting, because I’m—”

“Yeah, yeah, your married.”

“And also because this is friends-only. Stop flustering me.”

Cash watched Reed and Wreck argue over the order of the balls while they were racking them. “Do you fluster easily?” he asked.

She thought about it. “Not in general. No.”

“Interesting.”

“What’s interesting?”

“That you get flustered easily by me.” He grinned at her and moved to break the newly racked balls.Clack!

He did make her kind of nervous, and kept her on her toes. She was pretty sure he was the hottest man that she’d ever been around.

“Are your tattoos only on your arms?” he asked.

Reed handed her a pool stick, and she thanked him, and then looked down at her arms distractedly. “Maybe I have tattoos on other places,” she answered cheekily.

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