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“Excellent.”

We stepped into the bathroom where he did, in fact, fuck me dirty, then we headed to the diner for our version of the early bird special.

* * *

My phone buzzed and I saw it was Daisy calling. Again. I looked at Cash and bit my lip. “We need to tell her.”

He dipped a fry in ketchup as he said, “Yeah.”

“We need to do it face-to-face.”

“Name the time and place, Turtle.”

“Tonight. Here?”

“Here, here?” he asked.

“Well, no,” I said. “Not sure my stomach could handle this diner again today. But maybe we could meet somewhere else tonight?”

Cash nodded to my phone. “Answer her.”

I took a deep breath, then picked up my phone.

“Oh, my god, bitch, I thought you were dead in a ditch,” Daisy screeched into the phone.

I grimaced. “Sorry. I’ve been… ah… well… on a plane.”

“On a plane? To where?”

“Um, here. Montana.”

“You’re here?”

“Yes. Currently sitting at a diner with your brother.”

“Which diner? I’m coming to you.”

“Dais—”

“Tell me where you are right now,” she demanded. “I’m not taking no for an answer.”

I sighed and asked Cash, “Where are we?”

Cash pulled out his phone and fired off a text. “I just texted her the address.”

“Cash just texted you.”

“Okay, do not move,” Daisy bossed, then hung up.

I set my phone on the table. “I guess we are doing it here and now. She’s on her way.”

“You okay?”

“No,” I admitted.

“Why?”

“Because she’s going to kill me. You. Us.”