Page 63 of Cold Foot Cash

“And go get fast food tacos?” she asked.

“And obviously go get fast food tacos.” His smile was so handsome.

Satisfied with their plans for the night, Harley relaxed into the worst posture imaginable. “You’re a good best friend.”

“I’ve looked down at your boobs like four times already.”

“Shhhh,” she said, pressing her finger to his lips. “I wore a low-cut blouse, and a push up bra, so that’s kind of on me.” He bit her finger gently, and she was stunned into stillness. “There’s a swirling inside of me.”

Cash sucked on her finger and released it slowly. “If you touch me, I’m yanking us right out of this friendzone.”

“Accident,” she said half-heartedly.

“Tell me more about this swirling in your body.”

“It’s right here,” she said, pressing her hand to her lower belly.

His gold eyes dipped to her hands and back up, and oh, that man could smolder.

“Tacos?” he asked, and she knew what he was doing. He was breaking the spell between them.

That was probably for the best.

Harley cleared her throat and announced, “I’m drunk.”

“Yep. No more touching tonight. Let’s go, ya lush.”

Tammy had brought their credit cards back, and Cash signed for a big tip, and then helped Harley get her card into the right slot in her wallet, on account of her fingers not working properly. Then he led her out of the bar.

“Bye, Tammy!” she called behind her. “Oh my gosh, Tammy! I almost forgot to say goodbye to you.”

“Stay evil,” Tammy called across the bar, and Harley snickered. Maybe she would get that tattooed on her butt cheek or something. She cackled a little at the thought.

Outside, Cash had parked his truck right next to her car. Well, soon to be the dealership’s car. She didn’t want to think too much about that right now though. That was a problem for tomorrow. Cash pulled a wad of clothes from a duffle bag in his truck, and placed them in her car, before he had her lock it up again.

“Planning on sleeping in my car?” she guessed as he held his truck door open for her to scramble inside.

“Nah. I’m going to come back and get your car. I can fly here, but I don’t want to drive it back bare-ass naked.”

“Oh,” she said, confused. “Why do you need to get my car?”

“So you have it to drive tomorrow?” He leaned over her and buckled her seat belt. “You just let me take care of everything, okay? You get to just enjoy the night. You’re safe. We’ll go get some tacos, and take you back to your place, get into some comfy pajamas, or naked, whichever you prefer.”

“Naughty,” she chastised him in a teasing tone.

“Hey, I don’t know what you like to sleep in. And then you’re going to get an amazing night of sleep.” He pulled an unopened bottle of water from the cupholder in his door. “I’ll give you like two new feathers if you drink all of that before we get back to your place.”

“Oh,” she murmured, twisting the cap. That would make three snowy owl feathers, and her horde could begin.

When he was behind the wheel and driving to a nearby all-night taco joint, she rolled her head toward him and smiled. “You said I’m safe.”

“You are. No one can mess with you when I’m around. I won’t let it happen.”

And she believed him. She’d seen those guys’ faces after he got into a fight with them. She’d seen the way he didn’t back down when they’d taken a picture of her in the bar. She had seen the way he came in tonight, immediately asking who was taking pictures of her. He had a protective streak, and she loved that about him.

“Where is your sister?” he asked.

“Huh?”

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