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She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and held his gaze. He felt his cock harden, and he was shocked as his cheeks got warm and he grew more embarrassed.
“I’m Cassidy, Red’s friend.”
He started to sit up. He kept exhaling, hoping the pain would minimize so he wouldn’t look so weak in front of this beautiful woman. No wonder Cash and the team were so obsessed talking about her. But they’d said they thought his father was interested, despite him stating she was too young. He was shocked at the jealous feeling the thought caused.
“Let me help you.” She touched his arm, and he pulled it free.
“I don’t need your help,” he barked.
As he tried getting up, he couldn’t get through the tightness in his legs.
“Do you do stretches to keep your muscles loose?” she asked. Who the hell was she to ask him that?
“No,” he barked.
“There are some basic stretches I can show you to ease those tight muscles. Were you injured in both legs somehow?” she asked.
He shot a look at her.
“Listen, it’s none of your fucking business. Why don’t you head back to the cottage and do whatever it is you’re doing in between screwing my dad?”
Her eyes widened, and the color drained from her face. He instantly felt like such a dick. Why did he allow his temper to dominate his mouth?
She slowly stood up and placed her hands on her hips.
“For the record, I’m not screwing your father. I was just trying to help you because I saw you fall. You want to be a wuss and lie there and not accept my help, then so be it.”
“What’s going on?”
Stryker looked toward the front door just as he was about to stop Cassidy and apologize for being an asshole. Cash was there.
“Nothing. Your brother, I presume, had a little tumble. Maybe he’ll let you help him up,” Cassidy said, and with that, she walked back toward the cottage.
“What happened, Stryker?” Cash asked as he walked down the steps and reached a hand out to his brother.
“I fucking fell down the step. No fucking big deal,” he barked.
Stryker didn’t like the guilty feeling he had. He felt bad, and he didn’t know why. He hadn’t given a shit about anyone’s emotions, not even his dad’s when Red tried to help him. Why was he feeling guilty for insulting Cassidy?
“What the hell were you doing? Trying to get a closer look at Cassidy?” Cash teased him.
“I was trying to walk a little.”
“Hmm, I bet,” Cash teased as Stryker walked back up the stairs, holding on to the railing. “Looks like you pissed her off.”
“I don’t really give a shit.”
“If you say so, Stryker. I’m heading over there to talk to her. She seemed pretty upset.”
“Why are you doing that? You really want to tap what Dad’s tapping?” He felt sick as he said the words. He really was a rotten bastard, and he knew it.
Cash looked angry.
“Don’t ever say that again. She’s not sleeping with Dad. They’re just friends.”
“Whatever.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Cash then walked off the porch and headed across the grass.
