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Page 36 of Pinch of Love

My heart raced, and I shook my head frantically. “No. Don’t go.”

Grandma Millie twisted her lips into a contemplative expression, and for a brief moment, I believed she might actually stay.

Until the front door swung open and Cash stepped back inside.

On a normal day, I might notice just how good-looking he was in his tight jeans and open-front flannel shirt layered over a tee, but not right now.

Right now, I had bigger things to worry about, like how long I should wallow. When I should talk myself into going back to North Carolina to fight this head-on.

I squared my shoulders as a tiny wet tongue smacked my chin.

“She likes you,” Cash said, smiling.

“Okay, you two. Off I go,” Millie hummed as she patted my wrist and left in a flash.

Cash pointed over his shoulder. “Listen, I can take off if you want, or I can stay and lend an ear. Really, whatever.”

Cash's green eyes steadied on mine with an intensity that made my insides squeeze. He adjusted a leather band on his wrist and watched me, waiting for an answer I was slow to give.

“I don’t want to be a bother. Seriously, my problems aren’t your problems.”

“Well,” he joked, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Okay, so maybe sometimes my problems become your problems.” No matter how much I knew I should rip my gaze from his, I couldn’t. The erratic feelings running through me made no sense. On the one hand, I wanted him to run over to me and tell me everything was going to be fine, and on the other hand, I wanted him to give a quick nod and head out the door.

“So, should I stay? Or should I go?” he prompted.

He looked at his dog and smiled. “She really likes you.”

I grinned. “I’m a rather likable person on a normal day, but you haven’t really seen me on any normal days.”

Cash nodded and let out a deep breath. “Normal days are overrated.”

“I don’t know about that.” I handed him the lightweight pup with one hand, and Chewie licked one of Cash’s pink rubber gloves, which I just now noticed. “Pink is a good color on you.”

“I thought so.” Cash’s eyes studied me.

“Have you eaten dinner yet?” I asked, suddenly not wanting to be alone. “I know it’s kind of early.”

“All this rescuing has made me famished.”

I nodded, unsure of what I’d just done to myself. “I bet. Want a beer?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

I wandered into the kitchen and opened the fridge. “I’m really sorry about the dumbwaiter and all.”

“Don’t be. You make my life really...”

I turned around, handing him a beer. “Really what?”

“Interesting.”

I chuckled. “Sorry about that. Most people like Buttercup Lake so things aren’t so interesting.”

His eyes stayed on mine. “I’m not one of them.”

I swallowed away the wave of excitement that rose from my belly.




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