What about poor Ralen? She’d made him sick in the first place! Poor guy hadn’t asked for any of this.
“Sorry! Sorry! I’m going to go and get us some water. We passed a gas station not far back.”
Addie sobbed. Humiliation and embarrassment whirled inside her.
“Shh, let it all out, baby,” Cash murmured.
Baby? Why was he calling her that?
Shouldn’t he be calling her an idiot? Or pukey? Smelly guts?
He drew her against him, rubbing her back and speaking to her soothingly. The feeling of safety that washed through her was crazy. She’d never felt safe with anyone before.
Not like this.
Right now, she felt like she could bury herself into his embrace and nothing would ever harm her again.
Because he wouldn’t allow it.
Which was crazy, of course. Because after tonight she’d probably never see him again.
A wave of sadness hit her hard and fast.
You cannot let yourself get attached to this man. He is way out of your league. You’re a two and he’s a five hundred.
Not to mention that she didn’t live here and had no interest in a relationship with someone.
No. But she would carry the memory of his care and attention for years to come.
You need to apologize.
Weirdly, the anxiety had quieted for the time being and she felt calmer and more together than she had in years.
“Sorry,” she told him.
“What was that?” he asked.
“I said s-sorry. For v-vomiting. For being s-such a b-bother.”
“Hey, that’s the most you’ve said. Well done!” He grasped hold of her chin, tilting her head back.
Yeah, but she’d probably sounded like a stuttering frog.
“A-anxious. Voice goes. Dumb.”
He scowled. “It is not dumb.”
Hmm, few other people would agree with him.
“Addie, I want you to look at me,” he said firmly.
A shiver ran through her as she raised her gaze to his. Those dark, intense eyes stared down at her.
Cash was a gorgeous man. She was certain he knew that. He must have a girlfriend, right?
Who wouldn’t appreciate her lusting after him like this.
“S-sorry.”
