Page 101 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

Sienna’s eyes come into focus all of a sudden. I know that look and my stomach flips.

“I have to go.”

“Go where?” As if I don’t already know the answer.

Sienna rubs her head. “This has got nothing to do with Holden, I promise.”

“Then what is it? Tell me.”

“I have to make amends in LA. I’ve let a lot of people down.”

I lock my jaw, knowing she can’t go back there. They’ll tear her to shreds. Too much has happened.

“You’re not thinking straight right now, baby.”

“I don’t know about that,” grimaces Sienna. “Sometimes whiskey provides clarity. It got all three of you to admit your feelings, didn’t it?”

“True,” I grit out. “And now I’m admitting them sober—don’t leave, Sienna. Please…”

Her face drops.

“You’re worried about being abandoned. But you’re not the only one. I’ve lost important people too. I know how it feels.”

Sienna bites her lip and looks away.

That’s when I hear footsteps clomping down the hallway. Cash pokes his head in—also shirtless.

Sienna drags her eyes up his torso, eventually meeting his eyes.

As much as I hate the guy for stealing Sienna, hoping to have her alone that first time, I really need his help right now.

“She wants to leave,” I tell Cash.

From what I can tell, Cash’s feelings toward Sienna are very… conflicted.

He’s never told us much about his life, aside from the fact that money destroyed the people closest to him. That’s why he came up here—soul-searching—wanting to get away from everything.

His initial hostility toward Sienna is kind of understandable, but his opinion about her has shifted over the past few days. And that’s interesting. Very interesting.

It means Sienna really does have the power to influence even the most stubborn people.

He doesn’t despise her anymore, and the jealous part of me really wished he did. He’d be one less man to worry about. I’d be one step closer to making Sienna mine.

But the closer I get to her, the more I’m starting to realize that she wants us all. We come as a package deal in her eyes.

“You’re happy here,” states Cash. “Why would you go back there? I know you hate all of that shit, deep down.”

Sienna chews on her lip. “I don’t hate it.”

“You can keep telling yourself that. But you’re lying.” Cash deepens his stare. “That’s what I did for a while.”

“What do you mean?” asks Sienna.

Cash shrugs, resting his hand on the doorframe. “I ignored the warning signs. Told myself things could be different, that I was overthinking.”

Sienna takes a step back, running a hand through her hair—still the most gorgeous shade of brown I’ve ever seen in my life. It looks much better without any product in it, so her natural curls can just take over.

“You said it yourself.” Sienna folds her arms over her chest. “I dragged you into my shit. Things are only gonna get worse.”