Page 43 of Cold Foot Cash

“You can be my second best friend,” Cash told him.

“I changed my mind, I love that decider.” He made a ‘haha’ face at Reed, and grabbed a canned margarita primly from the cooler. “See what I’m doing, Cash? I’m not drinking your beer.”

“Why are you competing for best-friendship with him?” Kade asked.

“He’s fun at parties,” Dylan said as he sank into his chair. “Plus he’s good to have around in a fight. Am I right, Cash?”

Cash shook his head subtly, and tried to hint to him to shut up.

“What’s he talking about?” Wreck asked.

Shhhit.

“Nothing. Just a misunderstanding.”

“Mmm,” Dylan said, sipping his canned mango margarita. “The whole town is talking about it.”

“Talking about what?” Garret asked.

A big splash behind them was the perfect opportunity for Cash to try and distract the others. “Are we sure Raynah won’t eat us all?”

“I’ve also been wondering that,” Harley called out. “Her crocodile is very large, and has very big teeth.”

Timber waved off Harley’s concern. “We come out here all the time. She doesn’t even come up on the bank.”

And at that moment, Raynah’s crocodile charged up onto the bank right behind where they sat, opened her massive jaws and snapped. She shook her head and made a chuffing sound like she was laughing, and slid back into her pond.

Garret was cracking up and pointing at Kade. “Look at how scared you look.”

“I’m not scared,” Kade muttered, his eyes on the waves behind him.

“Oh yeah? Then why did you jump forward about ten feet?” Cash asked. “You damn-near went through the fire.”

“She got you,” Sasha called, and threw another horseshoe.

Harley stared at the water, her eyes wide with horror.

“She was joking,” Cash reassured her. “Raynah thinks she’s funny.”

“Correction,” Garret said, staring after the waves his wife had created in the pond the Crew had made her. “Raynahisfunny.”

“What happened in town?” Wreck asked, and gosh dangit! Wreck was like a dog on a bone.

Cash sighed. “Just a little misunderstanding.”

“I heard you kicked the shit out of like five people,” Dylan said unhelpfully.

“You’re not my second best friend anymore,” Cash spat out.

Dylan wore the most annoying smile.

“If you didn’t care about friendship, then why are you drinking the margarita?” Cash asked.

“Because they taste awesome,” Dylan told him.

“They do not taste better than Happy Hooker.”

“Yeah they do.” There was truth in Dylan’s voice.

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