Page 43 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

Cash stops chewing but doesn’t answer the question.

“You’d only know how bad the burgers are there if you spent some time in the city yourself.”

“Yes,” he finally says. “I lived in LA for a while.”

“Interesting. What did you do for work before you decided to make killing cows and deer your new profession?”

“That’s probably a conversation for another time,” says Eli. “Who wants more mashed potatoes?”

I have to find out what Cash’s problem is before I leave. He can’t hate me if we came from similar circumstances. That just doesn’t make any sense.

If he wants to play this game, let’s do it. He’s making assumptions about me. I can do the same about him.

I pick my fork back up and finish eating, leaving the situation alone. Henry is here. I need to set a good example for him.

“See-See,” he asks. “Can you teach me the second part of the dance tomorrow?”

“Of course, sweet pea.” I ruffle his hair. “But only if you eat all your veggies.”

Cash pins me a look across the table, which is totally uncalled for. What the fuck is his problem anyway? The others don’t seem to have any issues with me being here.

Eli stands from the table when Henry’s finished eating his veggies. “Time for bed, buddy.”

Henry jumps into my lap and flings his arms around me. “Night, night, See-See.”

I hold him close to my body and wait for the inevitable wave of sadness to hit. God, he’s such a cutie pie. I want one. “Make sure the bed bugs don’t bite.”

“I bite off their heads.” He takes a big pretend bite and laughs hysterically.

I don’t doubt that for one second.

He runs off to Eli, who is staring at me with a strange expression on his face.

Needing an excuse to break eye contact, I begin gathering up the plates.

“Look at the princess being helpful for once,” says Cash, back at it again with his snide remarks.

I balance the plates in my hand, staring down at him. “Can’t go for more than an hour without saying something rude to me, huh?”

“I’m glad someone’s keeping count.”

I press my lips together and head into the kitchen, where I find Knox, shoving a hunk of venison in his mouth.

“I’ll take those,” he says, nodding at the plates.

“It’s fine. I want to be useful.”

“It’s okay. You’re a guest.” His hands reach out, brushing against mine.

I seize up. “No, that won’t be⁠—”

“Contrary to what Cash says, you work hard, Sienna, and deserve a break. Something tells me you haven’t been able to catch one in quite a while.”

I search his eyes. How does he know that? “Have you been going through my phone?”

Jules is the only person I talk to about my personal life.

He shakes his head and takes the plates.