There’s a shout behind me. “Mollie! Jesus fuck.” Then I’m scooped into huge, hard arms, Cash literally sweeping me off my feet as he cradles me against him. I look up at him and my pulse seizes. His eyes are dark. Hard and soft and hot, all at once. Oh, God. Now I really can’t breathe. “Cash—” “Enough,” he snaps. “You’re coming with me. Put your arms around my neck. Don’t make me ask twice, or so help me God, I’ll get really angry.”
