Men. They were so moody and emotional.
She didn’t understand them. Probably because she never spent any time with men. At least real ones.
She was guessing that fictional ones didn’t count.
Addie stared up at Cash as he paced back and forth in front of the bed. Was he going to say anything?
Was he waiting for her to say something?
Biting her lip, she typed into the tablet.
“Wanna talk about that kiss?”
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Wait. What? That wasn’t what she’d meant to say.
What the hell!
“What kiss?” he asked. “Did you kiss someone?”
No, no, no, no, no.
That wasn’t what she’d meant to put in at all. How did that happen? Stupid autocorrect!
“Addie,” he said firmly. “Eyes on me.”
Drat. She raised her gaze to his.
“Now, what kiss?”
Why did he look so grouchy? She hadn’t meant to say kiss.
“I meant to say, want to talk about this?” she typed out.
“This? As in, what just happened before?”
She nodded and typed. “Yeah. That’s what I meant.” Not kiss. Eek.
Cash nodded and sat down on the bed, facing her. “Sorry if I embarrassed you. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
She twisted her fingers together. How did she explain this when her emotions were all messed up, and she didn’t want him to know how she felt about him?
“I know I’m not your Daddy,” he told her. “But I also feel responsible for you. Like I said earlier today, you crawled into my truck, and I feel a sense of ownership over you.”
Right. She was the canary and he was the sexy, tattooed, biker guy.
“I shouldn’t have said anything in front of everyone. Do your sisters know you’re a Little?”
She nodded.
“Was it because Butch was there? It’s always because of that bastard.”
Huh? What? She shook her head. “It wasn’t Butch.”
She hated feeling like she was being made fun of. Not that she thought Cash would do that . . . at least she didn’t after thinking it through. In the moment, she’d just reacted.
If they’d had something real, she knew that she wouldn’t have felt this way.
