Page 18 of Cold Foot Cash

Katrina shrugged. “Yes and no.”

“Do I even want to know?” she asked.

“Honestly, probably not,” Timber said. “You just have to accept this Crew the way it is. Can’t change the past.”

“Great,” Harley murmured. “Well, it was very nice to meet you all.”

“Do you need a ride?” Timber asked. “I haven’t been drinking.”

“Nope, no, I’m good. I’m staying at the motel across the street.”

She turned and offered her hand for a shake. “Cash, it’s been weird.”

He huffed a single, amused laugh, and then shook her hand. “Likewise.”

She turned to leave, but Cash followed. She stopped and narrowed her eyes at him. She started walking again, and he kept up with her, step-for-step. She stopped again. “Why are you following me?”

“I’m going to walk you to your motel.”

“No thank you. Hard pass.”

“Harley, I’m not putting the moves on you. I’m just making sure you get there safe.”

“I don’t want you knowing where my room is, Criminal.”

“Oh, come on.”

She walked toward the exit with crisp, fast steps, but he trailed behind her still. “Cash,” she snapped.

“Well, can I fucking watch you from the sidewalk on this side of the road so I know you get there safe? Geez. I’m being a good friend.”

She crossed her arms. “You still have your tab open.”

“So? This place doesn’t close for another three hours.”

“I’m reminding you to get your credit card back.” She huffed an irritated sigh. “There, I am being a good friend too.”

“A great friend.”

He heaved a sigh and leaned over, grabbed a napkin off a nearby table. He scribbled something onto it and then folded it,and handed it to her. “Here’s my number in case you change your mind on the revenge picture.”

“You’re infuriating.”

He grinned. “Thank you.” He shook the napkin, still offered in his hand.

She rolled her eyes closed and counted to three, then snatched it from his fingertips. “Great, now I’ve got a criminal’s phone number. My shame is growing by the second.”

He grinned. “Call me after Tuesday.”

“I’m…” Well, how did she even respond to that? “I’m not looking for…whatever you’re offering.”

“Friendship? From someone who doesn’t have any eggs in the basket? If you need anything after Tuesday, call me.”

Well, okay. She shoved the napkin into her pocket, pretty determined to just throw it away when she got to the motel.

“Bye,” she said awkwardly.

He smiled this charming-boy smile that probably got him a lot of girls. “See you later, Stalker.”

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