Turning, I catch Cash looking at me. “What?” I hold my hair back with my other hand. He shakes his head, focusing his gaze on the windshield. “Nothing. You just look like your daddy, sitting like that.” My heart squeezes. “I do? How?” “He’d hang his arm out the window too. Although he’d sing a lot louder.” I grin. “I inherited my mom’s voice. You do not want to hear me sing.” “I heard you plenty back at The Rattler.” “You didn’t run.” “Don’t mean I didn’t want to.” He’s smiling, eyes liquid, and my God, how does someone so handsome exist?
