Turning back to Cash and Wyatt, I catch Cash looking at me. Checking me out, more like it. His eyes rove up the length of my body, a slow, steady perusal that feels like a physical caress. It should piss me off. Offend me at the very least. Instead, his attention makes me feel…definitely not offended. Is Cash into me? Am I into him? No. Definitely not. Although I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t the tiniest bit flattered by the idea that he’s physically attracted to me. Then again, that makes the fact that I’m attracted to him that much more dangerous.
