He hung up and I dropped my face into my hands. The door to the bunkroom opened, and my mom popped her head in. “They found Daisy, she’s safe.”
I waved my phone in the air as I stood. “Cash just called.”
“Then why do you look… irked?”
“Because I have a feeling he’s going to steamroll Daisy and keep her from Huck.”
Mom smiled. “If Huck’s the man Daisy needs, he won’t let that happen.”
“If Daisy’s the womanHuckneeds, she’ll smack her brother right upside the head,” I countered.
Mom chuckled. “That too.”
I slid into Mom’s hug and let her hold me for a few minutes.
“Are you hungry?” she asked. “Maisie’s cooking.”
“Oh, if Maisie’s cooking, then, yes.”
“I’m not sure how to take that.”
I grinned. “I love your cooking too, but she’s like, I don’t know, Martha Stewart on crack.”
Mom sighed. “No, I get it. I really do.”
We headed out to the great room to find food already starting to be set out for dinner.
* * *
I was informed I’d have to wait another two weeks for Cash to come home. I was not a happy camper and voiced my opinion to both Hatch and Booker when they walked in the door of the shop two days later.
“Teagan,” Hatch greeted as they made their way behind the desk.
“Where’s Cash?”
“He’s hangin’ with Razor for a bit,” Booker said, kissing my cheek.
“What? Why?” I snapped. “Why is he not with you?”
“Baby girl,” Hatch warned, glancing around the full lobby.
I huffed, grabbing his arm, and dragging him into the parts room. I was honestly a little surprised he followed.
“What do you need, sweetheart?”
“I need my man back,” I said, closing the door.
“He’ll be home when he’s home.”
I let out a frustrated groan. “Uncle Hatch, I need him home now. There’s gotta be someone else who can go in his place. Archer, maybe?”
“That’s not how this works, Teagan.”
I bit back tears. “Well, it should be.”
He crossed his arms and studied me for a few tense seconds.
“What?”
