Page 4 of Cold Foot Cash

“Wait! How do you know her name if you aren’t the real Cash?”

“It’s on your caller ID, Genius.”

“Oh. Ha. I knew that. It’s Harley! My name is Harley, not Carolina’s Sister.”

But he didn’t turn around again. He just went straight inside without waving her off or anything. Which was fair, now that she thought about it, because she had made him late to work, and she had brought this strange situation to his doorstep, errr, workstep. At least he had been nice enough to answer questions and clear the air.

He was probably still a dumb meathead though.

She set the bear spray in the passenger seat and pulled the door closed, gripped the steering wheel, and pulled out of the parking lot.

Carolina’s Cash wasn’t real.

With conviction in his voice, the real Cash had said he isn’t what anyone was looking for.

Mystery solved.

Now Carolina could move on, like Harley was desperately trying to do.

Chapter Two

What was up with this damn flashback?

Cash yanked off his protective glasses, wiped the sawdust off his arms and made his way toward the breakroom.

“Where are you going?” Kade, his Crewmate, called from his sanding station.

“I need a drink.”

“You can’t drink at work,” Kade reminded him.

“Of water, you fuck-shit!” Whoo, he was in a mood today, but he didn’t know why.

Harley’s face flashed through his mind again. She was a looker for sure. She had dark brown hair with two blond money pieces framing her pixie face. She wore dark eye make-up, that made her blue eyes look even brighter. She’d been crying though. That’s the part that had stuck with him. She had tear-streaks through her makeup, but her demeanor was like she wasn’t sad at all. What gave?

That was so fucked up, what happened to her sister. He should’ve asked more questions. No. No, he did right to walk away.

“What’s going on, man?” Kade asked as Cash was guzzling a paper cup of water from the jug.

“Have you heard of catfishing?”

“Like…noodling?” Kade asked.

Aw, the little idiot. “No, like a guy talking to a girl online, while pretending to be someone cooler than himself.”

Kade scrunched up his face. “Ew, what?”

“This girl was watching me in the parking lot before my shift, and when I talked to her, she said I was dating her sister.”

Kade laughed. “I feel sorry for her sister.”

Cash punched him in the arm and then tossed the paper cup into the half-full trashcan next to the water jug. “I’m not really dating her. Some guy was pretending to be me, and talking to this chick. It’s messed up. He sent her pictures of me. Went by my name. Even told her where I work.”

“Dude, that’s creepy,” Kade said, and finally, he looked the right amount of disturbed.

“I can’t get it out of my head.”

“So, you met the lady you were supposed to be dating?”

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