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He sticks out his bottom lip and pouts. “But he refuses to give us any blackmail material.”
Dylan grunts. “Don’t expect Indigo to give you any either.”
“Many more qualified journalists than you have tried,” I taunt.
Dylan frowns. “Sorry about them.”
I shrug. “You’re not responsible for the actions of others.”
“Cash lost it when he found out about the reporter who snuck into your house and was laying on your bed in wait.”
Cash knows what happened? Why didn’t he phone or contact me? Why didn’t he—
Nope. Shutting those thoughts down. It wasn’t Cash’s responsibility to contact me even if it was his fault I was being harassed.
“What happened?” Jett asks.
“Some jerk thought it was okay to climb into my window to harass me.”
“Fucking paps,” Fender grumbles.
“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Jett asks.
“Nope.” I smirk. “And he learned his lesson when Katy Purry decided his fingers were cat treats.”
“Katy Purry?”
“My cat.”
Jett mock shivers. “You named your cat after a pop singer?”
I wag my finger at him. “Don’t you start. It’s bad enough Cash thinks Katy Purry is the devil.”
Dylan leans closer to me. “Cash has met your cat?”
Shoot. I clamp my mouth shut. I wasn’t planning on telling Mr. Nosy about my current living situation.
“It all makes sense now,” Dylan mutters.
Jett glances back and forth between Dylan and me. “What makes sense?”
“Why we’re in Winter Falls. It didn’t have anything to do with Cash’s family. It was all about Indigo.”
I wag my finger at Dylan. “Nuh-uh. Don’t you go blaming me. I didn’t know you would be here.”
“Hold on. You said family. Cash doesn’t have any family.” Gibson stares at me. “Does he?”
I hold up my hand. “What are you asking me for? I’m not some romance heroine who got pregnant with Cash’s baby, never told him, and now there’s a mini-Cash in the world he doesn’t know about.”
He frowns. “If you aren’t the family Dylan means, who else could it be?”
I glare at Dylan. He had to open his big fat mouth. He must know Cash found his biological father. He avoids my gaze and stalks toward the kitchen. “Who wants a beer?”
“Let’s order a pizza,” Jett suggests.
“How long have you been in Winter Falls?” I ask.
“Long enough to know there’s no pizza delivery,” Gibson answers.
