“I know.”
“But you’re my idiot.”
“All the way.”
“I’m really sorry about Chelsea, honey,” I said.
He sat up and met my eyes. “Thanks, baby.”
“Are you going to pull your head out of your ass?”
“Yeah, if you’re with me, I’m gonna pull my head outta my ass.”
“I love you, Cash. So much so that I’ve cried more than I’d like to admit this week. And you know how much I hate crying.”
“Yeah, Dad mentioned it.” He dropped his forehead to mine. “I’m sorry I’ve been an ass.”
“Forgiven.”
“I’ll talk to Mack after church this week.”
“Okay.”
He stood, pulling me up with him, and wrapping his arms around me. “Fuck, I love you.”
“You better, because I’m a catch.”
He chuckled. “Oh, I’m aware.”
I pulled away and smiled up at him. “I’ll go out first.”
“Okay, baby.”
I pulled open the door, just in time to see Hatch walking out of the bathroom. “Hey there,MisterPresident.”
He turned with a big grin. “Hey, sweetheart.”
“Can you come in here, please?” I asked, with a saccharin edge to my voice.
“Teagan,” Cash warned.
Hatch raised an eyebrow as he headed my way, slipping past me into the office and I closed the door with athwap.
“Okay, so you’re pissed,” he observed.
“What’s this about you telling Cash that he’s not worthy?” I demanded. “What fucking right do you have spouting bullshit like that—”
“Teagan!” Cash growled.
I raised my hand. “Give me a minute, honey, I have a spleen to remove.”
Hatch crossed his arms and grinned, while Cash dragged his hands through his hair with a groan.
I jabbed a finger toward Cash. “That man right there is the most loyal, awesome human on the planet, and he is my ride or die, so if you ever tell him I’m better than him again, I will slap you upside the head, do you get me?”
“Jesus, woman, you cannot talk to the prez like that,” Cash said.
“Well, if he kept his stupid nose out of my business, I wouldn’t have to.”
