Page 147 of Pinch of Love

Cash bit his lip and didn’t say anything other than ’bye before hanging up. The moment he did, his eyes widened.

“Mom is going to kill someone tonight. I don’t know if it’s going to be him or me.”

“You couldn’t have guessed this would have happened.”

Cash shook his head. “I implied six ways from Sunday to come to this thing sans-date.”

“It sounds like he listens as well as his brother,” I teased.

I glanced up the hill to see Hunter and Brielle walking toward the gathering. Nina’s laughter stopped, Grace froze, and Grandma Millie started hacking as Hunter’s date tripped and tumbled down the hill with Hunter running behind her.

“Well, that’s one way to make an entrance,” I said, chuckling as the crowd rushed over.

“If Brielle didn’t wear thigh-high black leather boots with six-inch heels to a farm, I think her luck would probably change pretty drastically,” Cash whispered, and I nodded in agreement.

Hunter helped her up as she smoothed down her cashmere dress that left nothing to the imagination. Although, it did remind me to ask her who her plastic surgeon was in case I want a little nip or tuck someday.

“Do you like butts like that?” I asked Cash, taking him by surprise.

“If that’s how you were born, I’d love it.”

“You don’t think that’s how she was born, do you?”

Cash laughed. “Not on her best day or her worst. I think whatever used to hang around her waist magically got stuffed into her rear, but I’m no doctor.”

I squeezed his hand and rested my head on his shoulder. “This is what I love about you. We can talk about anything.”

Cash kissed the top of my head as Brielle and Hunter made their way over.

Brielle still looked mortified, but not quite as much as I would have been.

“Nice to see you again,” I said, smiling.

She cocked her head. “Have we met?”

My brows rose. “Uh, the camping trip?”

“Oh, right. Hell on wheels.”

I shrugged. “I really enjoyed it.”

She eyed me. “You would.”

I scratched my head and took another sip of cider, unsure of what that actually meant, as Hunter whispered a sorry to Cash.

Cash’s mom, Nancy, trundled over with a puzzled look on her face. She eyed Cash and then Hunter before sticking her hand out to Brielle.

“Nice to see you again.”

“You too, Mrs. Knox.”

“Oh, you remember her?” I asked.

Cash chuckled as Hunter attempted to kick his brother.

Nancy glanced at me and smiled.

“Brielle didn’t remember me.”