Page 28 of Knot Her Cowboys
I shook my head, forehead brushing over fabric. What if I really had been mistaken? That question only made me angrier. Even without all of that history, the way they’d behaved this weekend was enough.
“Let’s get you settled,” Dakota said quietly. “You can stay in the big house with us while you figure out what you want to do.”
“Can I get my stuff from the cabin first?”
“Of course,” said Cash.
They walked over with me, but the cabin was completely cleaned out.
“Fucking hell. My purse and luggage were probably in the car.”
“Is the rental car in your name?” Levi asked.
“Yep.”
“Report it stolen.”
I blinked at him. “We can do that?”
“Sure we can. Them leaving with your stuff is stealing. Cops might not care about a purse, but they do care more about grand theft auto.”
“Pretty sure a felony would fuck up their ability to go to Germany, wouldn’t it?”
Levi shrugged. “I’m not too concerned with their futures, to be honest.”
I gave a sharp laugh. “Okay, fair. Do you think the cops would overlook stealing the rental car and just get my stuff back?”
“I’ve got a cousin who works for the sheriff’s office. I’ll go give him a call.”
Levi departed to the reception office, Cash and Dakota leading me back to the big house.
“I’ll ask the staff if we can cobble you together a full outfit that will fit you better in the meantime,” Dakota offered. “I would imagine you’ll be here longer than a weekend, so a trip into town to get a few more clothes probably wouldn’t be a bad idea.”
“I can wait until what I was wearing earlier is washed, but thank you.”
“I’ll get that going for you, then.” Dakota collected all of my wet clothes from the bathroom floor and took them downstairs while Cash showed me one of the guest rooms.
“Welcome to Casa Riley for however long you need it.”
The walls were a warm brown wood, the bed laid out with cream and gold fabrics, and tidy glass-shaded lamps on matching end tables. I spun into his arms, squeezing him so tightly he wheezed. “I fucked everything up, Cash.”
“You can’t fuck up something that’s already fucked up.” He held me equally tight, exactly the way we used to do when we were young, holding so hard our bones groaned and our lungs protested with squeaks as the air departed.
I pulled in a deep breath when he released the pressure. It had always helped before, and it helped now, like we could squeeze our problems right out of our bodies and refill ourselves with a breath of fresh opportunity. “Do you really want me to stay here? I can keep paying for a cabin once I get my stuff back.”
“You’re not paying money to stay here. Our house is your house.”
I stepped out of his arms and flopped onto the bed, popping my head back up when his cedar and sage swept over me, goosebumps cascading across my skin. “What?”
“Sorry, sorry.” He stared up at the ceiling. “The shirt rode up really high.”
I glanced down at where the hem of Levi’s shirt sat, barely hiding my bare pussy beneath it. A shiver rolled through me. As far as I knew, Cash had never been interested in me, and I was so fresh off a breakup I shouldn’t be remotely enjoying the thought that he might be now. I flipped the blanket on the bed over my lap rather than move. “Your virgin eyeballs are safe.”
Cash squawked. “I’m not a virgin.”
“No? You fucking anyone I know?”
His cheeks turned the cutest bright pink. “No one right now. I’m just saying.”
