Taking a deep breath, I move closer to the edge. Try to think about Dad instead of the idiot mistake I just made. But my relationship with Dad—wasn’t that another idiot mistake of mine? “Too close,” Cash barks, making me startle. “So help me God, if I have to go down there after you—” “Sorry, sorry.” I step back, arms crossed. “This is beautiful. I get why Dad liked it out here.” That makes Cash’s expression soften ever so slightly. “The water comes down from the mountains, so it’s cold. He liked to fish after the day was done. Great way to cool down. Get your head screwed on straight.”
