“And…Ollie?”She couldn’t quite remember what she’d been told…or maybe she didn’t want to.
Nash didn’t answer right away; his arm tightened around her.
“Handled,” he said finally, his tone hard.“Nobody’s gonna touch you again.Not in my fuckin’ town.”
Cassie tipped her face to Nash, something soft tugging at her mouth.
He glanced down at her.“What?”
“You sounded just like Mav,” she replied.
“That good or bad?”
“Good,” she murmured.“Very good.”
Nash’s mouth twitched, his gaze dropping briefly like he didn’t quite know what to do with that.
“Almost forgot.”He pulled a phone out, handing it to her.“Swapped your SIM into a burner.Figured you’d want a phone.”
Shaking his head, he continued, “Thing’s been blowin’ up.Had to answer a few times.”
Cassie blinked at it for a second before taking it, her thumb already moving.
He sounds hot btw.Just thought you should know.And Marta agrees.
Cassie let out a small laugh as she scrolled back further—
Hey Cas, u up?
Cassie?Proof of life?
CASSIE?!
Smiling, Cassie started typing out a quick health update.
Three dots popped up instantly.
OMG!I’ve been worried!
I’m so glad you’re feeling better!
Marta says near death experiences are no excuse for keeping hot biker content from us.
P.S.I agree.
Cassie laughed—really laughed this time.
Totally fair,she texted back.Hot biker content incoming…
She snapped a picture of Nash.
He ducked the second he realized what she was doing, reaching for the phone with a low, “Oh, hell no—”
Cassie tucked the buzzing phone into her pocket before he could grab it, swatting him away as he caught her around the waist instead and pulled her to him.For a moment they just stayed there, her cheek to his chest, breathing in smoke, leather, coffee—Nash.
“Hey—” she said after a second, glancing up at him, the smile at her mouth faltering.
Reaching up, she brushed her fingertips down his cheek and through his beard.
