That was something else he’d like to ask them.
As well as why the hell they’d let themselves get separated from their vulnerable sister. It was clear that Addie needed someone to take care of her.
Cash shuddered as he thought about what could have happened to her if she’d climbed into the back of someone else’s vehicle.
Thank fuck she’d chosen his pickup. It had to be some sort of sign or fate.
He was meant to take care of her.
Until you find her sisters, right?
Because you’re not in a position to take on any responsibilities. And you don’t really need a girl. Especially not one who was so . . . delicate. Vulnerable.
It was clear that she’d need a lot of care and attention. Guidance. And he couldn’t provide any of that.
Not when his life wasn’t actually his own.
But he would get her safely back to her sisters. And talk to them about taking better fucking care of her.
After an hour had passed, they grabbed her things and got ready to leave. She placed the blanket on the sofa.
Cash took her hand in his and led her out of the townhouse. She was either too shocked to fight his hold or she liked holding his hand as much as he enjoyed holding hers, because she clung to him as they headed to his vehicle. A shiver ran through her and he frowned.
“You didn’t bring a jacket?” he asked, slipping his off and putting it around her shoulders.
She attempted to shrug it off, but he held it there. “Keep it on or you’ll catch a cold.”
“You don’t really catch a cold from being cold,” Ralen pointed out as he headed around to the passenger’s side of the cab.
Cash just shot him a look. He didn’t need his logic right now. She needed to wear the jacket.
And that was that.
He opened the door to the driver’s side. This was a single cab with a bench seat. It was an older-style pickup that didn’t have power steering or any sort of cameras.
Just the way he liked it.
Without warning her, he grasped hold of her hips and lifted her straight in. She let out a small squeal of shock. But he quickly let her go and she scooted along the seat so she was between them.
Christ.
That ass was a thing of beauty.
And he shouldn’t be staring at her this way.
Fuck. You need to stop.
“Belt on. You’re not riding without it,” he said in a gruff voice as he turned on the truck. Ralen shot him a look over her head as if asking him what his problem was.
Yeah, he didn’t want to know.
They were all quiet as he backed out of the driveway and headed toward the hotel.
He turned a corner too fast and she leaned into him.
Christ.
She smelled so damn good. And she felt even better pressed against him.
