Page 52 of Cold Foot Cash

“I mean, I’m a convicted felon, prison escapee, and I only have about fifty percent of my life together.”

Kade snorted. “You’re living in a brand-new cabin, Damon wiped your prison records, you make good money, have solid friends, and shower regularly. You’re good. Hey, you’re way better than Darth Milner.”

Cash snorted. “Thanks for setting that bar real low.”

He checked his phone again, but still nothing from Harley.

Yesterday had been the best day of his life to date, and he hadn’t even seen her boobs. He just loved being around her, and he’d felt it—she had been relaxed and happy around him too. She’d had fun. She’d laughed the night away and had stalled being apart from him when he dropped her off at her motel room late last night, so what gave with the silent treatment today?

Something was happening.

He just knew it.

Chapter Thirteen

Numbness was Harley’s companion now.

“Are you doing okay?” Abigail asked softly.

Harley forced her attention away from the streak she’d been staring at on the window. The cleaner had missed a spot. “Hmm?”

“I asked if you’re okay?”

“I mean, I’m a little annoyed that Lance called this meeting and then he’s already…” She checked the time on her phone. “Thirty minutes late.”

Abigail checked the door, and inhaled deeply. “I’ll be honest, he’s one of the most difficult ex-husbands I’ve ever dealt with.”

“He’s a thorn.”

“I was going to say asshole, but I’m trying to be professional,” her lawyer grumbled. “How are you doing, Harley? Seriously?”

There was worry in Abigail’s eyes, and Harley forced her lips into the shape of a smile. “I’m fine. Just ready for this to be done.”

“Do you have any plans to celebrate on Tuesday night?”

“Celebrate?”

“Celebrate your freedom. This has been a long, drawn-out road for you. It should’ve been done a long time ago.”

“I don’t…” Harley frowned, thinking about who she would even ask to go out with her. “I don’t have anyone who would see it as a celebration. My parents are disappointed, and live out of town. My sister’s mad at me now and she’s usually the one who takes me out. Plus, as soon as the judge signs off, I have to start gathering funds to pay Lance the money he’s getting fromthe divorce. It’s kind of depressing. He’s going to zero out my accounts.”

“Oh honey. I understand why you agreed to that in the beginning, just to get this divorce over with. Maybe depending on what he wants to negotiate today, we could ask for him to take less money from you.”

Harley huffed a depressed laugh. “He won’t sign off on that. You know he won’t.”

Abigail inhaled deep, then blew out the breath. “You’re probably right. He has no honor, dragging it out after you agreed to all of his terms. He should be paying you out. In a fair world, you should be getting everything. He’s wrong for this.” Abigail was older than Harley, somewhere in her mid-fifties, but she leaned closer and said, “Let me take you out for a glass of wine afterward. Or a bottle! For some, it is not a celebration, but you have been through hell. Freedom is going to do you well. Trust me. This first year will be strange, getting back on your feet, but you’re going to be fine. I promise.”

Harley’s eyes prickled with tears and she looked back at the streak on the window. If only Abigail knew how alone she felt. Having to distance herself from Cash at Carolina’s request had done something awful to her. Cash was light, and laughter, and right about now, she sure could use some of that good energy.

“You’re killin’ it today,” Abigail said kindly. “Boss woman pant suit, hair all done, make-up looking perfect. You look gorgeous. Never let that man see you limping, okay?” Abigail was looking straight into Harley’s soul when she said that.

Harley nodded slightly. “I won’t.”

The door swung open, and in walked the asshat himself, followed closely by Alissa, and then by his lawyer, Bronson Hall.

“What is this?” Abigail asked Bronson.

He was tight-lipped and looked stressed. All he did was shrug, and then sat down across the big conference room table,with a chair between him and Lance. Alissa sat right across from Harley. She was all dressed up, wearing a figure-hugging red dress, and had glued false eye lashes to her face today.

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