Cash:Come to my Dad’s office. I promise it’ll be quick.
Me:Suck my dick.
Cash:After.
Me:No.
Cash:Five minutes.
I scowled at my phone as I thought about all the ways I might murder him. But then he texted again, and I let out a quiet groan of frustration.
Cash:Please.
I took a deep breath and debated blowing him off, but the fact I was the nosiest bitch on the planet won out, so I squared my shoulders and headed that way. Pushing open the door, Cash went from head in his hands to standing in seconds, his expression guarded.
“Five minutes,” I said.
“Take a seat,” he said.
I sat in the seat across from the one he’d just left. “Four minutes.”
He rolled his eyes and sat down again. “First, I want to apologize.”
“For what?”
“For being shitty about you becoming a mechanic. If you want to be a mechanic, I know you’d be an amazing one.”
“I’m highly aware of that, Cash. That’s not what you should be apologizing for, and I’m pretty sure you know that.” I crossed my arms. “What I don’t know is why you felt the need to go low. And go low to me. The person you claim to love.”
He sighed. “Yeah.”
“Three minutes.”
“I’m scared I’m gonna lose you.”
“Yeah, well, you keep going the way you’ve been going, and you will.”
He shook his head. “Not like that.”
“Two minutes, forty seconds.”
“Has Daisy ever told you about Chelsea?”
“Who’s Chelsea?”
“She was my high school girlfriend.”
I bristled, jealously rearing its ugly head. “I don’t really want to know about any of your exes, Cash.”
“Baby, this is important.”
“No, Daisy has never mentioned any of your exes.” I narrowed my eyes. “Two minutes.”
“Well, she wasn’t an ex,” he said. “She was a class ahead of me in high school, way the fuck out of my league, and she went off to North Carolina on a full ride for volleyball. I was going to meet her there the following year.”
“You went to college?”
“No.”
