Page 126 of Smooth Moves
Rafi nodded. “I thought so. Playing on her sympathy didn’t work, but guilt did. Good luck tonight. You’re gonna need it.” Rafi grabbed his jacket and paused by the door when his phone pinged. Reid was waiting for him outside in his car. He read the text and grinned. “Reid said to crawl to her on your knees. Because if you blow this, he’s disowning you. Something about moving in with…Smith?”
“Fuck.” Cash growled to himself then pointed at Rafi. “And don’t you be saying ‘fuck.’ Don’t swear in front of your sister.”
“Got it. No fucks around Jordan.”
“Right.”
Rafi rolled his eyes. Cash wasn’t paying attention to him anyway, no doubt nervous about dealing with Jordan. Rafi could relate. “I’ll pray for you, Cash. Just…if you have to, cry. Nothing freaks out my sister more than some tears.”
Cash blinked then gave him a wicked grin. “Thanks, kid. You’re all right after all. Now get lost before you ruin my night.”
Rafi left the house. How Cash thought he was going to seduce Jordan into a yes looking like death was anyone’s guess. Then again, Jordan seemed to like them big and heroic, so maybe Cash’s war wounds would win him a few prizes.
He met Reid’s gaze and gave him a thumbs-up before getting in the car.
“Has he got a prayer?” Reid asked as he backed up.
“Only if my sister is desperate. But the good news is she’s been hopeless for years. So maybe the big guy has a shot.”
“That’s positive thinking for you.” Reid grinned.
