Page 46 of Cold Foot Cash

Cash leaned forward until his lips almost, almost touched her ear. “We can hear lies, Love.”

He eased back and winked at her, then tensed his muscles and leapt in to the air, beat his wings hard as he pushed backward, and then landed near his chair.

“And scene,” he announced, ending the game. Cash took a bow.

“Can you keep the wings out for a while?” Harley asked, to another round of teasing from everyone. “I’m purely curious. You don’t have to, of course. I was just asking, you know, for scientific curiosity. Can you. Or is it a fast thing. Like, do you have any endurance—”

“Oh I have endurance,” he promised her to another round of chuckling and teasing.

“No, I didn’t mean that. Ummm. Okay. Whew.” She fanned herself with her hand and looked to the girls for help.

“You’re doing great,” Katrina said through a grin.

Harley looked back at Cash. “I mean how long can you keep your wings out?”

“Do you want me to stay like this for a while?” Cash wanted her to say what she needed, and he would do it.

She swallowed hard and nodded, and God he loved the way she was looking at him right now.

“Anything you want.”

“Swoon,” Timber joked, placing her hand on her forehead and falling back into Katrina’s arms, who was standing there ready to catch her. Sasha started fanning her dramatically.

“Yeah, yeah,” Cash muttered with an eye roll.

“Wait,” Timber said, standing upright suddenly. “Wreck, can you half-Change like that?”

“You want my big-ass fiery wings out?” Wreck asked her. His face looked like he’d just sucked on a lemon.

“Yes?” Timber answered uncertainly.

“I don’t want to die just because you’re horny, Timber,” Kade griped from beside Wreck, and then there was another round of laughing.

Cash chuckled and settled his wings behind him as he relaxed into the chair. When he caught Harley’s gaze across the fire, she was smiling at him with a faraway look in her eyes. Oh, she liked this. He could tell.

What he wouldn’t tell her for another five days was that he was pretty sure his angel-bait bar-days were over.

He was only interested in catching Harley now.

Chapter Eleven

The name on the caller ID of her phone surprised Harley.

Carolina was calling her, and it was really early for Harley’s sister to even be awake.

Harley scooched closer to the nightstand in the motel and pulled the phone off the short charging cord. “Hey,” she answered. “Are you okay?

“Why does something have to be wrong for me to call?” her sister asked testily.

Harley frowned, confused by her angry tone. “It doesn’t. You just went through something awful, and you haven’t returned any of my calls or texts, and I was asking genuinely if you’re okay.”

“Huh.” Okay, her sister was definitely acting weird. “Where are you?”

“Like, emotionally? I’m okay. Just a few more days and I’m through the worst of—”

“No, where are you at physically.”

“Oh! A motel in Darby.”

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