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I rest my cheek against his chest. His heart thunders in my ear.

There’s a bulge in the front of his jeans.

“You can do that again,” I say, and a sharp, searing sense of light fills my chest when Cash laughs.

A big, booming belly laugh that I’m sure the entire bar can hear. Far as I can tell, the band still hasn’t started playing again.

“Happily.” He leans down and thumbs my chin. Tilts my face up and kisses me. “Better now?”

“Much.” I reach down and cup his bulge in my hand. “But you?—”

“I ain’t nearly as quiet as you are. C’mon.” He yanks down my skirt. “I’m takin’ you home, honey.”

He bends down and grabs his hat and my underwear. I reach for the underwear, but he shakes his head.

“These are mine now.” Tucking them into his back pocket, he helps me off the sink and laces his fingers through mine.

“How do I look?” I ask.

His eyes flick over my face. “Like you just came hard on my face.”

“Oh, God, Cash?—”

“Let them see.” He gives my hand a tug. “Who the fuck cares? No one’s gonna say a word, I promise.”

I shouldn’t believe him. But I do.

I shouldn’t follow him out the door. But I do that too.

I follow him, and I fight back a smile the whole time.

CHAPTER 22

Cash

GOD BLESS TEXAS

The band starts playing again,but people still stare as I lead Mollie by the hand out of The Rattler.

I couldn’t give two fucks. Maybe they heard us. Maybe they didn’t. Maybe they thought we were just clearing the air with some good old conflict resolution back there in the bathroom.

Whatever the case, I know no one is going to fuck with Mollie Luck ever again.

No one’s going to touch her. No one but me. And that suits me just fine.

Wyatt eyes me as we pass. “Y’all good?”

“Fine,” I grunt. “Get everyone home safe, you hear?”

He holds up two fingers. “Sally said she’d give us a ride.”

“Good.”

“Y’all behave!” Duke calls after us.

The bar erupts in laughter. My own lips twitch.

Behaving is exactly what I plan on not doing tonight.