Both Cash and Ralen nodded.
“You can tell Dante that we’ll wait for his call,” Cash said.
“Good,” Titus replied. “Because I wouldn’t like to tell him that your loyalty was being split.”
“Cash and Ralen are still loyal to Dante,” Bonnie said to Titus. “They’re allowed to show interest in a girl.”
“Right, we will get going. We need to go get Addie some period supplies,” Cash said.
Both Titus and Bonnie looked surprised. Titus quickly shut that emotion off his face, but Bonnie just smiled. “That’s so sweet.”
Cash didn’t understand what was so sweet about getting period supplies, but he nodded.
“I’ve actually got some things in stock here,” Bonnie said. “If you want to take her down aisle ten, right at the end, she might find some things she likes there.”
“Addie, Addie, wake up.”
Addie sat up with a gasp, glancing all around her. What was it? What was wrong? What was going on?
Had she fallen asleep in class? Or while her mother was droning on in one of her lectures?
But it wasn’t her mother’s face that she stared up into. No, this face was far more masculine and way more beautiful. And yes, it was possible for a face to be both masculine and beautiful at the same time.
“Cash,” she said, grimacing as she heard the breathy note in her voice. She sounded like she was staring at somebody that she loved. Oh, that was just embarrassing.
In order to cover up her embarrassment, she sat, but her forehead slammed straight into his chin, and he sat back with a groan of pain.
Oh, shoot. Oh, shoot.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to,” she said hastily. Her words were almost tripping over each other as she tried to force them out of her dry, sore throat.
Standing, she wrung her hands together, shifting her weight from foot to foot. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sor-eek!” she cried as he stood up.
Taking hold of her shoulders with his hands, he gave them a squeeze. “Addie, stop apologizing. I’m fine.”
“I hit you. I hurt you.”
Addie would never deliberately harm someone, and she felt horrible.
Cash drew her into a gentle embrace, and she found herself with her face pressed to his chest, nestled just under his shoulder. Oh my God. She’d already been held in his lap, but his hug? It was the best feeling in the world.
Addie slumped into him and let him support her.
“Hey, are you all right?” he asked.
To her shock, he placed an arm under her bottom, then lifted her into the air so her face was close to his. She rested there with her feet dangling in the air.
Should she wrap her legs around his hips? But wouldn’t that be weird?
Why had he picked her up? What was she meant to do? Oh, God. Was she making a mess of this? She was, wasn’t she?
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Are you not feeling well?” he asked. “You just slumped into me, and I was worried you were going to fall over.”
Oh God.
She had done that, hadn’t she?
