Wilder grunts before sliding off the stool beside me and heading outside. I'm not sure why his panties are in a twist. I'll ask him later.
“What crawled up his ass?” Cash snorts.
“Did you just sayass?” I tilt my head to the side.
“Wild is rubbing off on me.” He runs a hand over his face. “Living with him has me picking up new habits like not wearing a belt with my pants and leaving the house without cologne. It's so bad I'm even sayingpussynow.”
I clamp a hand on his back. “I'm proud of you, Cash Allred. You're really sticking it to the man, aren't you?”
Cash's blue eyes sparkle. “Yeah, I am.”
I chuckle as the mechanic hands back the credit card. “I'll have my guy, Ernie, back the car out for you guys.”
“Thank you,” I tell the mechanic as I hop off my stool.
Cash stares at the piece of plastic in his hand. “I can't believe the card worked,” he says in awe.
I can’t believe it either. Maybe Archibald forgot to cancel it?
“Thank you for paying for my broken sensor,” I say to Cash.
“Yourexpensivebroken sensor,” he reiterates.
“I'll pay you back,” I promise.
Cash raises an eyebrow at me. “You could have just let Wild pay.”
I shake my head. “No, he needs that money for school. He's worked so hard to save every cent so he doesn't have to take out any loans. I can't ask him to do that for me.”
“Yeah,” Cash scoffs, holding open the glass door for me, “but he wanted to.”
I scratch the side of my face. “I know he wanted to, but I guess it's easier for me to let you pay because I know we're using your dad's money. And Archibald has more than enough of it to go around until I can pay him back.”
“I see how it is, Ingrid,” Cash playfullytsksme. “You just like me for my family's money.”
“Jokes on you.” I scrunch my face in mock disgust. “I don't like you at all.”
Cash rolls his blue eyes. “I walked right into that one, didn't I?”
“You did,” I inform him.
Wilder avoids looking at me as Ernie backs my car out of the garage. Confused, I walk over to him and slip my fingers in his.
“Hey,” I say quietly.
Wilder exhales heavily, his gaze locked on the tan-colored building. “Hey.”
“What's wrong?” I ask.
Wilder shrugs. “Don't worry about it, Blondie.”
I lick my lips nervously. “Really? This is how you're going to act now?”
He stiffens beside me. “Really.”
I let his hand go. “I'll drive.”
Wilder doesn't protest. He doesn't even bother trying to sit in the front seat next to me. He climbs in the back, buckles his seat belt, and slips on his sunglasses.
