Page 13 of Cold Foot Cash

“Oh, she does remember how to flirt.”

“I’m not flirting.”

He slid a gold-eyed glance at her as he moved around the table and then lined up another shot. “I have a tab open. Do you want another drink? Or food?”

“I don’t need you to buy me stuff. I’ll get you another beer. My treat.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Because I don’t like owing anyone.” She turned and made her way to the bar, and ordered him a beer and her a margarita. Her appetite was back now that she was feeling more settled, so she ordered a few appetizers to set at the table near the girls in Cash’s group—Crew?—and while she waited on those, Timber, Sasha and Katrina came up to the bar and chatted with her for a bit.

“Are you local?” Timber asked.

“Nah, I’m just here for a short visit. Well, I was only supposed to be here for the day, but I’m thinking of staying in town for a few days just to get a little vacation.”

“You should!” Sasha told her. “We can give you all the cool hangouts to check out. We’re all pretty new to town, but we’ve found some fun spots.”

“That would be awesome. I appreciate it.” And now her plans to stay were solidifying.

Harley excused herself long enough to call the motel across the street and secure a room for the night. Now, she didn’t have to worry about driving. She could leave her car here and walk to her motel tonight. Tomorrow, she would figure out how long she wanted to stay.

When she returned to the section of the bar where the girls were hanging out, the appetizers had come out, and they helped her carry them to the tables. They probably thanked her a dozen times as they all picked at the nachos, fried cheese curds, and southwest eggrolls. They were nice people. She could tell. Nice, with glowing eyes, all of them.

Part of her was curious about their animals, and part of her didn’t want to know. It might scare her to learn she was in the middle of a pack of werewolves or something, so she kept her questions about their shifter animals carefully tucked away inside of herself.

She meandered over to Cash and handed him his beer, then tinked her glass against his, and took a sip.

“You’re up,” he told her. “Want me to show you how to do it?”

She pulled a face at him. “Is that your move?”

“What do you mean?”

She snatched the pool stick out of his hands and rolled her eyes. Bent over the table and lined up a shot. Movement across the table caught her attention, and it was a table of guys, looking over at her. Eee, her lowcut shirt was probably a bad idea for playing pool.

“She’s good.” Cash’s deep voice had some grit to it.

The guys at the table were looking over her at Cash now, but she couldn’t read their expressions.

She focused on the shot, and missed it cleanly. Crap.

“Yes, she sucks! We have a chance,” Reed said.

“Cash,” Wreck said, with a warning in his voice.

Harley looked back at Cash to see what the problem was, but he was staring at the guys at the table. There wasn’t a trace of humor in his eyes now.

“Cash,” Wreck warned again as he began to make his way to the table.

The guys were leaning over something, talking amongst themselves, and laughing softly.

“It’s fine,” she murmured as he passed her. She brushed his hand, and he surprised her by grabbing it and taking her with him.

Cash reached them and snatched something off the table. She didn’t know what it was until he showed her a phone screen with a picture of her bent over the pool table. Her tits were nearly popping out from that angle.

“Oh come on man,” one of the guys said. “We’re just having some fun.”

“Mmm,” Cash said, deleting the picture.

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