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Then again, my stomach always hurts, so that’s nothing new.
Same girl 😂
I was a Friday night regular at Hartsville’s infamous dive bar, until a line-dancing accident sent me to the hospital six years ago.
I'm sorry a what...?
She wants war, I’ll give her war. I still got some fight in me. Fight’s all I got left.
But as I valiantly make my way through the roughage that is my lunch, I can’t shake the feeling that I haven’t seen the last of Cash Rivers.
“I know we’ve talked theoretically about helping each other bury bodies. But would you actually be my accomplice? If I need you?” I hear the grin in her voice when she says, “You say the word and we’ll ride at dawn, shovels in hand.”
“Hey, Beck. My apologies—must’ve gotten my times mixed up.” That, or I had a near miss with a nervous breakdown.
Screw him for making me feel off-kilter. Embarrassed, even. He’s the one who should be embarrassed with his sweaty shirt and stupid beard-mustache thing.
😂
Mollie’s outfit shows too much leg and not nearly enough judgment. Way too much leg. Or maybe not enough.
so I ignore it and glare at Mollie while I think of another rude thing to say to her.
💀
“The help you need ain’t the kind of help I can provide, Mollie.” “You can call me Miss Luck, Cash. And that’s too bad, isn’t it, considering I’m your boss now?”
Wyatt rubs his hands together. “I like where this is going.”
😂😂😂
Not only do I need him to behave in front of City Girl, but I also need him to cool his jets with Sally.
I'm so sorry but I am already so over "City Girl" 😭
“Excuse my brother.” Yep, it’s Duke. “He doesn’t know how to act around beautiful women.
City Girl.
I'm gunna kms 😭
She smiles. “Thank you, Wyatt. And you know, I was just kidding about the Miss Luck thing. Please call me Mollie.” I drop the mounting block on the ground by her feet. “Time to get on the horse, Mollie.” “Not you, Cash. You can still call me Miss Luck.”
😂😂😂
“John B will get you right as rain should you need medical attention.” Mollie scrunches her brow. “Isn’t he a veterinarian?” “We’re all animals at the end of the day. Let’s go.”
“What’s on the agenda, Cash?” Light Mollie Luck’s hair on fire so she runs from the ranch screaming.
At the same time, Mollie’s hand darts out and grabs on to my forearm. “Whoa, girl. Easy. Easy,” I say. “Trust me, I’d rather die than touch you—” “I was talking to the horse.” My lips twitch.
She laughs again. It strikes me that maybe I made her do it on purpose this time.
Her lips twitch. Am I flirting with Mollie? Why the fuck am I flirting with Mollie?
Is he going to push me? That’s my first thought as I peer over the edge of the cliff. My second: Should I push him first?
I take a deep breath and head for Cash and his waiting horse. “You pick a black horse to match your soul?”
My scalp prickles as a wave of unwelcome desire moves through me. “Um. Ahem. I…feel like I’m humping the horse while you’re humping me.”
“Stop with the City Girl.”
Yes, PLEASE stop 😭
I mean, what if Garrett wanted us to work together?
Cash... my brother in christ. That is exactly what he wanted 😅
“Smells good. Whatcha making?” Mollie peels off the green plastic sleeve that covers the bottle cap. “Egg white omelets. I’d offer you one, but you’re kind of a dick, so no.”
😂😂😂
put a hand on the counter. “We’re meeting at ten o’clock at the barn. I hope to see you there.” “I hope you get bitten by a snake.”
Jesus, Mollie is such a brat. I wish I hated that about her as much as I did three days ago.
Mollie loops her arm through Wyatt’s. “I’m terrible with adult animals, clearly, so maybe I’ll have more luck with the baby ones.” Wyatt grins. Are they gonna be buddy-buddy now? And why does that piss me off so much?
Cash. He stands a few feet away, one hand tucked into the front pocket of his jeans. He’s wearing a baseball hat. A backward baseball hat.
Uh oh. You in danger, girl 😅
Tipping back my beer, I look away. I have to. I might literally melt if I keep looking at this indecently handsome man who’s apparently hell-bent on sending his niece to college.
“Worth the risk to see you shake it for me, Country Boy.” Cash’s turn to screw up his face. “I hate that.” “See? Stupid nicknames suck.”
Does this mean we can finally retire City Girl?!
Turning away from me, Mollie grins. “Aren’t you a gentleman? I’d love—” “Nope.” Aw shit, now I’m curling an arm around Mollie’s waist.
😅
“You know how to use your legs.” She finally does smile, this time a closed-mouth thing that makes me think she’s holding back laughter. “That sounded wrong.” “Only because you’re a pervert.” “You’re the one who said the pervy thing.” “You’re the one who pointed it out!”
OK wait I'm giggling 😍🤗
It’s like they know I’m about to pop a woody dancing with my new boss, and they wanna push me right over the fucking edge.
💀
I let go and let God.
😂😂😂
Clearing my throat, I ask, “So you can dispose of my body on the side of the road?” Cash grins. My pulse skips. “That’d be plain stupid. I’d feed you to the cows, obviously.” “Obviously.”
Then, Cash says, “I had a therapist tell me once that for some people, sadness manifests as anger.” I laugh, if only so I don’t burst into tears. “You’ve been to therapy?” “Of course I’ve been to therapy. Why do you think I’m such a charming, well-adjusted beacon of contentment and emotional maturity?”
Yes king!! We love a man in therapy 😍
One, am I imagining it, or does Cash keep saying my name? My real name? I like it more than I should.
I also like it too 💀😅
“Can I hug you?” He laughs. “I thought you wanted to murder me?” “I can do that too. But…thanks? For sticking up for me.” “If I’da known you, I wouldn’t have done it,” he replies with a smirk. I give his shoulder a shove. “Just when I was starting to like you.”
They're so cute 😭😍
“Thanks for listening,” she says. “I don’t usually confide in strangers—” “I’m not a stranger.”
I have the peace of mind to yell after her, “Lock the door.” “Of course I’m locking the door. I don’t want you getting in.” Brat.
But I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t the best morning I’ve had in a long-ass time.
😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍
Cash grins. “You like what you see, then, City Girl.” “You still haven’t stopped with that?” Wyatt asks.
Same Wyatt...
I press the back of my wrist to my eyes and blink, hard. “I’m not crying. There’s no crying in cowboying.” “Cute League of Their Own reference,” Cash says, even as his nostrils flare. “But cowboys do cry, Mollie.”
😂
“Where are we going?” A muscle in his jaw tics. “My place.” “If you’re planning to have your way with me—” “The supplies we need are there.” “See? Kinky.”
I just wrap my arms around his neck and allow myself to revel in the luxury of being carried around by a scruffy, foul-mouthed cowboy. Maybe there really is a heaven, and this is it.
😂
Mollie’s a grown woman. She can take care of herself. What if I want to take care of her, though?
Especially when he says, “Then I think I like my coffee more.”
Ahhh I'm blushing 😍
I want all of her. And I can’t deny anymore that I want to be that guy for her. The one she dances with. Who protects her from scumbags like Roddy and Slick here. The one who shows her what a true partner could and should be. I can be that man, Mollie, if you’d let me.
