Page 78 of Cold Foot Cash

“I really don’t want you to go tomorrow,” she whispered, breaking the silence.

He pressed his lips to her cheek again and said, “I’m fully addicted to you. I won’t be gone long. I promise.”

A smile consumed her lips as she held his arms over her chest tighter. She understood what he’d meant. She was addicted to him too. Addicted to him, and to the way he made her feel about herself. She was addicted to the confidence he gave her, and the way he could create a spark in her body with just a touch, or a look. She was growing addicted to this version of herself, that she could only be with him.

Addicted to the smiles he gave her.

Addicted to his caring nature, and the way he could make her feel like a goddess.

He didn’t know it yet, but she was all in.

Day One had been a life-changer. And as she laid here with him, under the stars, hair windblown from a flight with her favorite person, she wondered if any day following Day One could be this good.

He nipped her ear and told her, “You have me,” and her smile stretched her lips even more.

There was her answer.

He was going to make this bond between them better and better.

She just knew it.

Day Twenty-One

“What does she do for work?” Garret asked.

Cash had been staring out the window, watching Darby blur by. “She works at an orthodontist office. I mean, I get it. She doesn’t want to leave a good thing. She’s worked there for seven years. And you know, she’s taking a big risk with me.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Felon,” Cash muttered, casting him a mic-drop glance.

“For fighting. You didn’t kill anyone. You didn’t like…steal money from old ladies’ retirement funds or anything evil. You just punched a bunch of people.”

Cash huffed a laugh. Garret was actually nice to be around. He had a softer way of looking at the world, and sometimes that was good for Cash.

“When will you get to see her again?”

“This weekend. Just waiting for Friday. I can’t take off any more work right now or I’ll lose my job. And I can’t just move to Bozeman, because…well you know.”

“Why not?” Garret asked, turning off the main road.

Cash frowned out the window at the sandwich shop they were supposed to be grabbing dinner from. Garret had wanted guy time, and Cash understood. Having a new baby was probably a lot.

“Um, because of the Crew. I’m just getting settled here. Wreck gave me a chance. He broke me out of Cold Foot Prison. I can’t just leave all of you. Hey, you know you missed the turn-off back there, right?”

“Oh, I know. I need to check if the realtor put up thefor rentsign in my yard yet.”

“Oh yeah, no problem,” Cash murmured. He was starving, but Garret’s rental was just a couple streets away.

He pulled out his phone and messaged Harley.About to get a sandwich with Garret. I fuckin’ miss you, Garden Ho. Three more days and I get to see you. Miss you.Send.

Her response came quick.I miss you too. I don’t know how much longer I can do this.

He leaned forward in his seat and read the text again.What? Are you okay?Send. She’d seemed fine when he’d talked to her this morning.

Garret cleared his throat, and Cash looked up to find a moving truck in the driveway. Katrina and Timber were carrying in boxes from the back of it.

Wait, what? “I thought you were putting it up for rent,” Cash said, confused. “Do you already have a tenant?”

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