Page 92 of Butter My Biscuit

Then, I roll up my window. “We can go now.”

“Who was that?” Cash asks.

“Remington,” Beckett tells him, keeping his gaze forward as we continue on.

“Ah,” Cash says, but I see him take a second glance.

Remi has always had a thing for him, but he’s too old for her. There’s nearly a nine year age difference.

As we continue on the short drive, I look out the window, looking at the dead grass and how everything from the sky to the ground looks gray. We park on the side of the building, and Remi pulls up in her Mustang and gets out of the car.

When she walks toward the truck, Cash stops walking. Their eyes meet for a brief moment, and she turns back to me.

“I was on my way home.”

“I know. Now, you don’t have to break in to check it out. Much easier,” I explain, patting her back.

“Break in?” Cash asks, looking between us. “Like pick the lock?”

“I was kidding.” She rolls her eyes. “Harrison isMr. Literalsometimes.Asshole,” she whispers, forcing a smile.

Cash unlocks the door, and Beckett follows behind him.

“After you,” I tell my sister and then fall in line behind her.

The lights flicker on, and we walk through the break room, offices, and the patient rooms. In the back, there are stables for all of the equestrian appointments.

After we’ve had the full tour, we’re all amazed, even Cash.

“I think we should celebrate. Y’all got plans tonight?” Cash looks between me and Beckett.

“Nope, and I’m off tomorrow, so I’m down to go out,” I offer.

“Boot Scooting?” Remi asks.

“Don’t think I can make it,” Beckett tells us. “Gotta cover for this guy tomorrow on his day off.”

I chuckle. “Fuck yeah, you do.”

Cash checks his watch, and I see it’s just past five. “How about we meet at seven? I need to head to my parents’ and get settled, then shower.”

“Sounds good,” I say.

He glances at Remi, waiting for her answer.

“Not sure. I got some things to do at home.”

He meets her eyes. “Okay, well, if you change your mind, the invitation is open.”

“Thanks.” She offers him her hand, and they shake. It’s very formal. “Congrats again. Thanks for showing us around.”

“Anytime,” Cash says.

Then, Beckett steals his attention away, and they talk about the grand opening. I follow Remi to her car.

“What are you doin’?” she asks.

“Helping you out,” I tell her.

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