Page 33 of Cold Foot Cash

Dear Friend,

I don’t know what kind of coffee you like, so I Googled “what kind of coffees do hot chicks like to drink” and these three were the top suggestions. I’m up early dealing with insurance, but I doubt they will pay anything. I have to get going to work, but maybe afterward we can go do a friendship adventure. There’s a bonfire up in my Crew’s territory tonight if you want to go. If the answer is yes, be dressed warm by seven tonight, and text me a code word. The code word is the name of your favorite bonfire drink, so I can pick it up before tonight. Crazy day ahead, but we only have a few days for friendship, so this is my proposal. Swamp party bonfire, dress warm, I have someone coming out to my work to replace windows so I should be able to pick you up. You won’t even get glass in your ass. Askme to rap for you sometime. Fuck, I think this is the most words I’ve ever written at once in my life. It’s a damn novel. Also, I wrote you a poem.

Hottie Harley likes to party.

She’s wise and she’s sexy and she is definitely not farty.

If I hold her hand, she might slap me.

But it’s worth it, because her ex is crappy.

See you tonight maybe. If you give me the code word. And also can you tell me which one of these coffees you like best? I’m so freaking tired today.

Thanks for last night.

-Cash, Cash, he wants to Smash

She giggled and read the poem again. Okay this was funny. He had drawn a little smirking devil emoji afterThanks for last night.

Hmm.

She pulled the drinks into the room and tried them all, then texted him the name on the label of the best one.Good morning. Send.Canned margaritas. Send.I am very human and don’t heal like you, so we can take my car if you want, so I don’t have to sit on glass.Send.That’s a hell yes to hanging out, friend. Also, thank you so so much for the coffee. It’s so thoughtful. I’m putting the other two in the fridge so they won’t be wasted. I’ll drink them eventually. That was really sweet.Send.

A picture came through as a response, and it was the passenger’s seat of his truck, completely glass-free. The window was still busted out. Cash’s name flashed onto the screen signaling he was calling her.

She ran in a tight circle and fluffed up her hair in the mirror, then looked around panicked. She huffed a breath and connected the call. “Hello?”

“I took the truck past the car wash to vacuum it out. I’m late to work. Boss is pissed.”

“Are you there now?”

“I’m two blocks away.”

“Did you sleep at all last night?”

“Not much. A couple hours maybe.” His voice was all gravelly and sleepy. The coffees meant even more to her now. He’d gotten up early and bought her those, then delivered them before he dealt with insurance calls. Then vacuumed his truck out, and all before work. Now, that was a damn man, and she appreciated his effort so much.

“Did you get yourself coffee?” she asked, wishing she could help in some way.

“Yep. Just pour it in my eyeballs at this point.”

She giggled. Even sleep-deprived, he was funny.

“All right, I’m pulling up to work. Kade is waiting outside. His face is so stupid when he’s nosy.”

“Kade is your friend from last night,” she said, trying to clear the fog from her brain. She was trying to remember all his Crew’s names. Kade was the quiet one.

“Yep. I’ll text on a break. I have to go take this verbal whoopin’.”

“Okay, hey Cash?” she asked before he hung up.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for last night too.”

He went quiet for a few moments. In a careful tone, he asked, “What do you mean, Harley?”

“You know what I mean. I appreciated the visuals. I really…really…appreciated them.”

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