“Maybe not.” She leaned down, framing his face in both hands and pressing her brow to his. “You are a good man, Cash. I wouldn’t be with you if you weren’t. At the end of the day, that’s the only thing that matters. And if Holt doesn’t see that, then he’s not the friend or brother either of us believes him to be.”
Cash tightened his arms, pulling her flush against him. “I don’t think we’re going to come up with a clear plan tonight. You look wiped.”
“I am. Apparently, fighting takes a lot out of me.”
“Then we should get some sleep. Actual sleep,” he added.
Hadley winced. Evidently, he was sticking to this whole “pause” on the intimate side of their relationship until this was sorted. “Are you going to make me go back to my room?”
“Only to get your stuff.”
“Thank God.”