Tracy closed the door and turned to see Cash standing in the middle of the living room. In his jeans, shirtless and barefoot, with a scowl on his face and biceps bulging in the muscular arms crossed above his six-pack stomach, Dude stood at his side.
“Tad will never deliver here again,” Tracy said with a laugh and shake of her head.
Taking in the passion fruit on her dress, Cash’s gaze lingered on her cleavage. His eyes met hers as he sauntered toward her with a wicked grin. “You look good enough to eat, spitfire.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
It was early afternoon when Cash heard the cell phone signal a text. He opened his eyes and saw Tracy’s bedroom instead of his. After making love and eating the pizza and wings, they’d crawled into her bed. Neither had slept well the night before, and exhausted, they had napped.
Cash closed his eyes and yawned around a happy, satisfied grin. Tracy lay snuggled in his arms with her head on his pillow and her leg between his. She moaned softly and hugged him before rolling out of his embrace. He stretched and stacked his hands under his head as she picked her phone up from the bedside table.
“Cash, it’s from my grandmother.”
Opening his eyes again as Tracy sat up, with the sheet barely covering her breasts, he joked, “She’s not at your front door, is she?”
“No,” Tracy said, looking from the message on her phone to him.
“Isn’t this around the time she said they’d head toward the Springs?”
“Yes, but her text says for me to please come home today.”
“Call her.”
Tracy scrolled to the number. She shook her head when the call went unanswered and said, “Grandma, it’s Tracy. Please call me.” She hung up and told Cash, “I’ve called her twice since she and Winston said they were going to Punkin Center. But it went to voicemail both times. Each time, a couple of minutes later, she texted back saying she was having a great time in Punkin Center with his daughter, Brenda.”
Cash sat up and leaned against the headboard. “Punkin Center is where they were supposed to have been the past week or so. Right?”
“Right.” Tracy nodded. “But if she wants me to come home, she’s back in Wild Horse.”
“Or she never made it to Punkin Center,” Cash said. “Are there any neighbors or friends you could call to check on her?”
“No.” Tracy rubbed her forehead. “Being so isolated is one of the reasons I tried to convince her to move here. She has no one.”
“Except Winston.”
“Yes.” Tracy grimaced. “I’ve never been convinced his intentions were good.”
“We’ve got nothing more important to do today than checking on your grandmother,” Cash said as Dude rested his chin on the foot of the bed.
Tracy’s cell phone signaled another text, and she said, “That will be Grandma texting instead of calling me.” Tracy read it and this time, she quickly scooted out of bed.
“What did she say?” Cash asked, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
“She said they never made it to Punkin Center because she sprained her ankle and couldn’t walk. She didn’t tell me because she didn’t want to worry me. But she’s out of food and Winston is gone.” Tracy looked at Cash with a mixture of confusion and alarm in her eyes.
“Everything’s going to be okay,” Cash said.
Tracy nodded. When Cash handed her the prettysundress, saying he liked it, she put it back on. She grabbed his clean clothes out of the dryer and received a second text.
“Grandma says for me to rent a car and come alone.”
“Call her again. She’s obviously holding her cell phone.” Stepping into his boxers and then his jeans, Cash pulled on his shirt and cocked a brow. “Ask why you have to come alone.”
Tracy held up her index finger as another text came through. “She says she’s not up to having company. She says she’ll pay me back for the rental car.”
“Forget that. Let’s go.”
“But what about me coming alone?”
