Page 4 of Kiss the Girl


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With a steadying breath, she turned and faced him. “When I arrived, I was greeted by the owner of the spa and her mother.”

His expression instantly softened. “Oh, Savi. Please tell me that didn’t upset you. I know you have issues about your mom, but…”

“No,” she said, reaching over and squeezing his hand. “That wasn’t it.”

“Okay. Good.”

“We started talking and they asked what brought me to Laurel Bay from Seattle and I told them I was here with you—well, not you specifically. At least, I hadn’t at that point.”

That’s when the lightbulb seemed to go on in his head.

“They know me,” he said gruffly.

Nodding, she said, “Yeah. They know you.”

Muttering a curse, Cash rose and walked over to the refrigerator and yanked the door open. “Why is there never any beer in the house?” he murmured.

“Because you have stage four liver cancer and you’re not allowed to drink alcohol.”

Looking at her over his shoulder, he shook his head. “Not allowed? Seems to me it’s a moot point. I’m going to die anyway. Why can’t I at least enjoy the time I have left?”

She hated when he talked like this. It was a reality she was well aware of, but that didn’t mean she needed the reminder.

Slamming the door shut, he turned back to her, defiance written all over his face. “So they wouldn’t hire you because of me?”

“Well…”

When he continued to stare at her, it all came out. Parker, her mother, the faint…all of it.

Then she held her breath and waited for him to go on a rant about the unfairness of it all.

But he didn’t.

He laughed.

Hard.

“Um…what is happening right now?” she murmured.

Cash sat back down and took a moment to compose himself. “Oh, Savi, I am so sorry that you had to deal with that. Leave it to Georgia to be so damn dramatic.” He shook his head with another laugh. “I don’t know why she reacted that way. The last time I came home, it was all her idea. Kind of late to act so shocked.”

“Allheridea?”

He grimaced. “Okay, fine. You gave me the final nudge, but you still get what I’m saying, right?”

Reaching for some celery, she nodded. “I do.” After taking a bite, she looked at him. “Either way, I didn’t want to go back in and upset her more and there was no way I was going to share anything with them. It’s not my place.”

When he looked ready to argue, she stopped him.

“It’s. Not. My. Place.”

With a small shrug, he reached for a carrot and frowned. “I really wish you’d buy some cookies or maybe some cake. This rabbit food is going to kill me faster than the cancer.”

“Cash…”

“Okay, okay…” He popped the vegetable into his mouth and made a face. “So what happens now?”

It was Savannah’s turn to shrug. “I’m not sure. There doesn’t seem to be a lot of opportunities for someone with my qualifications.”

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