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The man is a drug to me and I would happily jump into addiction with him. But I won’t. He doesn’t want me.

The thought has the flush on my cheeks disappearing. Cash doesn’t want me. Good reminder.

My gaze catches on to the coffee cup on the dresser. The coffee cup Cash brought me while I got ready. This isn’t him wanting me, I remind myself. This is him being nice.

And what am I doing thinking about a man when the reading of Grandma’s will is this morning? Grandma would say I’m boy crazy. She’s not wrong.

The doorbell rings and I hurry to answer it since I sincerely doubt a rockstar would deign to answer the door.

“Hello,” I greet the five elderly ladies standing on the porch. “Can I help you?”

“You don’t remember us?”

I study the ladies. They appear vaguely familiar.

“Are you friends of my grandma?”

They smile at me.

“You remind me of her,” says one.

“She’s Saffron when she was thirty without a doubt,” says another.

My stomach cramps. I place a hand over it as guilt swamps me. I should have visited Grandma more often. I should know these friends of hers.

Why did I stay away? I visited the first summers after Mom and Grandma had their fight. Why did I let Mom stop me from visiting after that? There’s no way Grandma did anything to deserve being abandoned by me.

Nails clickity clack on the hardwood floor before Katy Purry barrels into me. Cash is hot on her heels.

“Sorry, the devil cat got away from me,” he says.

I gather my kitty in my arms. “Cash Evans, if you don’t stop calling my cat the devil, I won’t stop her the next time she thinks your penis is a sausage.”

“Has the cat seen Cash’s penis?”

“Who cares about the cat? Has Indigo seen his penis?”

“Of course, she has. They were high school sweethearts.”

“Recently. Has she seen it recently?”

My face warms. I haven’t seen it recently but I sure as heck was imagining it while I was showering.

One of the ladies points to my face. “She has. It’s confirmed.”

Another lady claps. “This is going to be my favorite project yet.”

“Every project is your favorite.”

“Good thing we handled the rental situation.”

Rental situation? They’re responsible for me and Cash being forced to live together? I open my mouth to ask them for an explanation, but Cash throws his arm over my shoulders and speaks before I get the chance.

“Hello, ladies. I’m Cash. And you are?”

I lock my limbs to stop myself from shivering at the sound of his voice. He’s using the honey-coated deep sexy voice fans around the world have fallen in love with. I am not immune no matter how much I may wish otherwise.

“We know you’re Cash.”

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