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My mouth watered—just like it had for her burgers.
Fuck.
I needed a brain transplant.
“I’m okay, it’s only…” I peered down at my watch for the first time in ages and saw what time it was. One fifty-three. “Holy fuck.”
I heard Jillian’s sigh. “I’m sorry to keep you up so late, Cash. You’re going to be dead on your skates tomorrow.”
Two in the morning.
And I had to be up at four.
I shut my eyes for a few seconds and took a deep breath. At this point, no sleep was better than grabbing an hour or two. I always felt like shit if I pulled something like that.
“You didn’t keep me. I wanted to stay.”
She gazed over her shoulder. “I’d probably be crying in bed if you hadn’t shown up when you did.” Her voice lowered while she scraped our plates off. “Or possibly in prison for strangling Beau.”
I chuckled and got up to help clean off the table. “He meant well. But his execution could use some work.”
I heard Jillian huff out in frustration. After I tossed a couple of things into the fridge, I set my hands on her shoulders. “Seriously, sweetness. Don’t be mad at him. He just did what we all wanted to do. Beau has mad respect for you. I hope you know that.”
She sighed, and her shoulders slumped. “He does have a pretty bad track record with throwing things into the pool.” She bit her lip. “So does Trey.”
Then she launched into telling me those stories. About various objects—like cameras and divorce papers—being thrown into the pool.
And I laughed at each one of them as I helped dry the dishes.
By the time we were done—it was even fucking later. Really is no sense in going to sleep.
Jillian squeezed the rag out and set it to the side. “Thanks again for your help. Let’s make a payment plan after practice today.”
I tossed the dishtowel onto the counter. “Let’s not.”
She picked up the dishtowel and folded it nicely. “I’m paying you back.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I am.”
“Not.”
“Cash.”
“Jillian.”
She threw her head back and stared up at the ceiling. “It’s going to take me a while. But I’m going to pay you back.”
I nodded and said, “No, you aren’t.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You can’t spend that kind of money on me.”
I leaned my hip against the counter and crossed my arms over my chest. “That’s interesting,” I glared down at her, “because I just did.”
Her eyes squinted, and her voice lowered. “I’m paying you back.”
I leaned down. “No, you aren’t.”
