Page 5 of Cold Foot Cash

“No, her sister came and found me. Keep up, man. I don’t think the lady who was catfished was ready to meet me…errr…Catfish Cash.”

“Cashfish,” Kade said with a snort.

Cash just glared.

“Okay, that’s kind of sad,” Kade admitted.

“Yeah. She was on the phone though, and sounded like she was choking up at the end. Like, crying a little? I don’t get it—falling for someone without ever meeting them. How would you even know you had chemistry?”

“He’s probably super manipulative and charming, at least with how he texts women.”

“Yeah.” There was this solid lump in Cash’s stomach. He hadn’t even been able to eat lunch, thinking over this. It was so gross and messed up.

“Dude, think about if that lady sent that fake guy naked pictures of herself.”

“Aw man, don’t talk about that,” Cash grumbled, shaking his head. “It’ll make me want to hunt him down.” He arched his eyebrows at Kade as an idea hit him.

“No,” Kade said, turning to walk away.

“Hear me out!”

Kade turned toward him and hooked his hands on his hips, sighed and cocked his head at Cash. “We’re trying to stay out of trouble, remember?”

“That’s what a boring person would say. Maybe I want to get into some trouble. We could figure it out I bet. We could find the catfish and I don’t know…beat the shit out of him or steal that fuckin’ nerds computer or something. It would give us something to do.”

“We have enough to do. We have work, and eating, and sleeping.”

“God, were you this boring before prison?”

“No. I robbed liquor stores on dares. I was trashy as hell, but now I’ve been given a second chance and I’m not in a hurry to fuck it up.”

Cash was pretend-snoring with his eyes closed, but startled awake with a dramatic snort. “Huh? Oh, sorry, I fell asleep during your boring monologue about how perfectly bland you are now.”

“Whatever.” Kade looked out the window of the breakroom, and his boss was gesturing them back to work.

Good grief, they had only been in here for about a minute, maybe two. Cash narrowed his eyes at him. He was probably going to eat his boss’s stupid yogurt that he put in the stupid fridge and labeled with his name and said no one could eat it.

And there was the devil on his shoulder. He had always been loud.

Cash blocked off Kade’s view of their boss. “The sister was hot.”

“Wait, the sister on the phone? You saw her picture?”

“No, the sister who came to see me in person. God, Kade, you’re dumb as a brick.”

“Oh. Yeah. That makes more sense. Well maybe you suck at explaining situations. Have you thought about that? Maybe the wood-staining fumes are killing your brain cells.”

“No, this boring-ass freaking town is killing my brain cells. I’m going stir-crazy.”

“Learn self-control,” Kade advised him. “Wreck and Damon Daye gave us a shot at the outside. Don’t waste it.”

“You act like I’m going to go off the rails,” Cash grumbled, leading him back out of the break room.

“I’ve been watching it build in you,” Kade pointed out. “I know you were the reason for that bar fight the other night.”

“Oh, come on. A bar fight? That’s just having fun, man. I needed to let off a little steam.”

“Tighten it up, Cash. You have everything that you could ever want. A nice house, your bills paid, a good job, a good Crew…”

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