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I sip my beer. “Frisky Whiskey is really good.”
“Best cover band in South Texas, no question.” Cash’s eyes reflect the red and blue lights of a nearby Bud Light sign. “That’s how I got that concussion, dancing to their cover of ‘Cotton Eye Joe.’”
“Back when you were fun,” Wyatt says wistfully. “I miss those days.”
I screw up my face. “Cash was fun?”
Wyatt sips his Shiner Bock. “Hard to believe, I know.”
“I’m still fun.” Cash crosses his arms, beer dangling over his taut stomach. The pose makes his biceps strain against the sleeves of his T-shirt. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
Maybe it’s the biceps. The beer. The band.
The nagging question in the back of my mind—whyisCash here?Did he come to blow off some steam? Or did he come to keep an eye on me?
For whatever reason, I feel like egging him on, even though I shouldn’t.
I really, really shouldn’t.
“But you’re not dancing,” I say.
“Running the ranch without me because I’m in the hospital with another head injury is not a risk you wanna take, City Girl.”
“Worth the risk to see you shake it for me, Country Boy.”
Cash’s turn to screw up his face. “I hate that.”
“See? Stupid nicknames suck.”
His lips twitch. “Fine. You got me there,Mollie.”
“Told you,Cash.” Heart thumping, I loop my arm through his. “Now let’s go dance.”
CHAPTER 14
Cash
WORST WAY
Fuckme if Mollie ain’t fine as hell.
She’s tan from a day spent outside.
She’s drinking Shiner Bock at my favorite bar in the world.
She’s wearing a tiny skirt and crop top. Legs for days. Bare arms, bare shoulders. Big smile.
She’s singing the words to my favorite George Strait song.
Maybe that’s why I let her lead me to the stage. The music is loud enough that I feel the beat reverberate inside my breastbone. Patsy’s really going for it on the drums. Don’t blame her. Looking after us all, she’s got a lot of tension to work out.
Glancing over my shoulder, I see Wyatt watching Mollie and me. He tilts his head the tiniest bit.
Don’t be a dick.
Tallulah also sends a look my way, a knowing smile on her face as she fills a frosty glass at the tap.
I haven’t taken someone home in a while. With everything that happened first with Garrett and then with Mollie, I’ve been too tied up—too beat up—to make the effort.