Page 34 of Cold Foot Cash

“Oh fuuuck,” he drawled out. “Dammit, Harley, now I’ve got a boner.”

She could hear a male voice across the line.

“Dude, go away. I need a minute,” Cash said. To Harley, he said, “I’ll talk to you soon, Trouble Maker.”

“Bye, Cashew.”

He snorted, and then disconnected the call.

And she sat there beaming on the edge of the bed, just grinning like an idiot at her phone as the screen faded to black.

Cash was fun, but more than that, he was consuming. For the first time in a year, she’d woken up to laughs and smiles instead of thinking about Lance and what he was doing with Alissa.

It finally felt like she had a little bit of her own new life going on. Not just missing her old one.

And now she had plans for tonight? A bonfire? She hadn’t been to one of those since she was in high school. Canned margaritas? She didn’t know why she’d said that. She used to drink those before Lance, but he thought they were trashy, so she’d stopped. He was a fine wine drinker and had taken her to all these wine tastings to improve her pallet.

Canned margaritas sounded perfect for right here in Darby, where no one knew her. She could be her exact self here, and who was to stop her, or judge her?

No one.

She had this feeling deep in her gut that Cash just liked getting to know her, whoever, and however she was.

He didn’t give a shit if she drank fancy wine.

It was refreshing.

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Special delivery.

Cash read the text and then looked around really quick before he replied to Harley.Woman what are you on about?Send.

There’s a surprise in your truck. See you tonight. I got a new outfit.

He glanced around again and pushed his protective glasses up onto his head, then connected a call to her.

“Yes?” she answered, sounding all innocent.

“Does your new outfit still show off your tits?”

“I don’t think friends are supposed to ask that.”

He sighed. “Fine. What did you get me?”

“Go to your truck and see.”

“I can’t. I don’t have a break for another half an hour.”

“Well, then I supposed you’ll have to enjoy the anticipation.”

“Is it your panties?”

“Cash!”

“Fiiiine. Talk later, friend,” he said low.

“Later, friend.”

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