“I don't know,” I say to her.
We need a distraction. Something to get our minds off all the shit going on around us.
I think I know exactly what will distract her.
When I drive past her house, she twists in her seat. “You missed—”
“I know where I'm going,” I reassure her.
“What do you have planned?” She excitedly perks up.
I have only one thing planned for the next hour. Fuck her in my bed without the sound ofGrandpa Harvey's vulgar moans on the other side of the wall.
“We need to talk,” I say to Cash when he gets home from work.
“And I need a shower,” he huffs.
“It can wait two seconds.” I exhale, hating that I have to do this. I hate being stuck in the middle.
Cash plops down on his cot and scratches the side of his face. “What's up?”
Ingrid's going to be pissed, but I have to tell him. “I think your dad is cheating on Clem.”
Cash smirks. “Of course, he is. He can't keep it in his pants.”
“You don't seem surprised.” My brow furrows.
“So, that's what Ingrid was talking about,” he guesses.
“I didn’t want you hearing it from someone else.”
“I appreciate that,” Cash says, clearing his throat.
He goes to stand, but I hold up a hand. “There's one more thing.”
“What?” he raises his eyebrows.
“Why aren't you staying at your house?”
Cash shakes his head. “I already told you why.”
“And I don't believe you,” I argue.
“I'm trying, Wild.” He shrugs. “I'm trying to deal with everything going on in my life and the only person who doesn't hate me—who hasn't abandoned me—is you.”
I exhale.
Just like I thought.
Cash doesn’t have family. Not anymore.
He doesn’t have his Country club friends. They cut off contact when Fanny was arrested.
I’m all he has left.
Well, Ingrid and me.
“I'm not going anywhere,” I tell him. “I’m always going to be your best friend.
