Page 61 of Cold Foot Cash

From right beside her, Tammy said, “I bet Lance didn’t look like him.”

“Lance looked like a ferret.”

“Can I get you a drink?” Tammy asked Cash.

“Uh, water for me and a water for her as well. Thank you.” To Harley, he said, “Where are the people taking pictures of you?” and looked around.

“They just left. Gray the Bouncer told them to kick rocks. Hi, Cash,” she murmured, swaying slightly. “You’re here. You’re really here. Tammy you see this right? He’s here.”

“Yep, he’s really really here.”

“Wow,” Harley whispered again.

Cash’s lips kept curving up into little smiles. He took the seat next to her and swiveled her chair around until her knees settled between his legs. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, I’m amazing. Couldn’t physically and mentally be any better.”

Cash scrunched up his face. “That’s a lie.”

“Or perhaps your shifter lie-detector senses are off tonight. Who knows. Cash, have you met my Bozeman Best Friend, Tammy, yet?”

“Hey Tammy.”

“Hey Cash. Good to see you.”

He nodded once and pulled out his wallet. “Can I close out her tab? Can you put her drinks on this card instead of hers?”

“You got it.”

“Are you making me leave?” she asked in a small voice.

“Hell no. Are you still having fun? We can stay. I’ll just hang out with you.”

“With me?”

“Yeah, because you aren’t alone goofball. I didn’t like when you texted me that earlier. You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“It’s just a feeling I had deep in my chest.”

“Do you want to tell me what happened?”

“Right now?”

He inhaled deeply. “Well, I asked Raynah for girl-advice, and she said I’m supposed to listen to you, and not try to fix anything.”

“You asked Raynah for advice about me?”

“Yeah of course. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing with a woman like you. I’m still shocked you’re talking to me.”

“Me?” she asked in a high octave.

“Harley.” He leveled her with a look. “Look at you. How much did you pay for your high heels?”

Unsteadily, Harley looked down at her high heels peeking out from under her wide-leg pant suit. “Thirty-nine ninety-nine.”

“No you did not.”

“I got them from the outlet mall. Want to know how much I paid for my power pant suit?”

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