Cash (Lucky River Ranch, #1)

by Jessica Peterson

“I’d love some, thanks. I keep it there in that cabinet to the right of the range. We go through it like you wouldn’t believe—the cowboys dowse everything in Texas Pete.” Mollie reaches up, her shirt lifting to reveal a tanned slice of stomach and side. That’s when I see the words, embroidered in sequins because of course, on the front of her shirt: I AM A LUXURY. I don’t wanna smile, but I do. Shirt’s ridiculous, but I’m starting to wonder if that’s the point when it comes to Mollie’s clothes. “I don’t see the hot sauce,” Mollie says. Patsy straightens. “We must’ve run out again. There’s a few more bottles on the top shelf there, I think. Here, I’ll get the step stool…” I open the door. “I got it.” The women whip around at the sound of my voice. Mollie’s hand immediately flies to her glasses. “Jesus, Cash.” “Good mornin’ to you too.” “Shoulda known you were coming. Always the first up.” Patsy crosses the kitchen to press a kiss to my cheek. “Sleep okay?” “Not really. You?” “I did all right.”