let us help you make lots of money?”
Tanner looks
deep into my eyes again, and I do not back down. He will not rule me
here. This is my future and I am in control.
“Savy.”
I hear a voice, and Cash’s
nickname has me turning with equal amounts of hope and terror. He
wouldn’t—oh yes he would. Leave it to him to listen to
only half of the message. Cash parts the group with ease, despite the
fact he’s grossly underdressed for this party. Still in his
classic deep v-tee, jeans, and boots. His only exception is that he
somehow acquired a jacket. Accompanied by his dimpled smile and
classic features he almost looks like he might belong here.
“Whiskey on the rocks, please,”
Cash says easily to Tanner, handing him a twenty.
There went that deal.
“Cash—” I say,
surprised, but before I can say more, I’m cut off by a kiss
that I feel all the way down to my toes. Cash kisses me slow and
deep, until my head is spinning.
God, this man wasn’t lying about
his skilled tongue. Finally, he comes up for air. “Sorry I’m
late,” he says, still ignoring the flock of clients around me.
Say something, my brains yells. You’re
a powerful lawyer, wipe that shit eating grin off your face now. But
my brain is still stuck in low gear after that kiss.
“I... I…. What are you
doing here?”
This was not the rescue I requested,
but damn if it is not the one I needed. Cash looks up at Tanner
again, still standing there his jaw about to grind those pearly
whites to fairy dust. The look on Tanner’s face is priceless.
I want to take a picture of it, frame it, and hang it over my mantel
so I can give it the finger every day.
“Did I stutter on the drink
order?” Cash asks. I don’t believe for one fucking second
that he doesn’t know who Tanner is, but it’s great to
watch Cash put the man in his place. Tanner’s fingers curl into
a fist. If this works out the way Tanner wants it to, he’ll
have enough material for a whole new album.
Not willing to let this drama fuel
Tanner’s career any further, I reach for Cash. “Darling,”
I say hoping I can pull off the semi-sweet tone I’ve heard
Cassie use with Ryder. Trailing my hand down his chest, I try not to
get lost in the idea of what his muscles would feel like without his
shirt on. “I’d like you to meet my newest client—Tanner
Jakes.”
“Congrats, baby. So we can
officially celebrate now?” He turns to Tanner. “She’s
been wearing herself out working on this contract for you guys. I’m
ready to not wake up to a computer if you catch my drift.”
Mathias laughs. Cash’s natural
charm seems to work even when he’s not behind a bar.
“Very nice to meet you,”
Mathias says, holding out his hand to Cash, adapting to the change
without an issue. Cash gives Mathias a firm shake.
It’s Tanner
I’m still concerned about. One look at him and he’s
gone from cowboy to raging bull. Trying to salvage what’s left
of this deal, I put some distance between Cash and me. It seems to
pacify Tanner for a moment. He no longer looks like he’s going
to spear Cash on the chandelier.
“How did you meet Savannah?”
Tanner asks.
“Bent over a bar—I’m
part owner of five clubs across the Atlanta area. She walked in and I
couldn’t let her leave alone. But she
made me work for it, because no one walks over her.” Cash looks
firmly at Tanner. Somehow, without me having to tell him, he’s
been able to see that Tanner is the real problem here. He’s
more than willing to jump into this fight.
CHAPTER SIX
Savannah
“We should be going,” I
say, before Tanner and Cash come to blows. Not that I’m worried
about Cash, he can hold his own. Of that, I’m
sure.
The fear and the hurt slowly recede,
and for the first time the shreds of my broken heart think they might
like to mend. I’m going to make it through the next ten
minutes. Hell, I might even make it through being Tanner’s
lawyer. All because Cash Gardner had the gall to call
Tanner looks
deep into my eyes again, and I do not back down. He will not rule me
here. This is my future and I am in control.
“Savy.”
I hear a voice, and Cash’s
nickname has me turning with equal amounts of hope and terror. He
wouldn’t—oh yes he would. Leave it to him to listen to
only half of the message. Cash parts the group with ease, despite the
fact he’s grossly underdressed for this party. Still in his
classic deep v-tee, jeans, and boots. His only exception is that he
somehow acquired a jacket. Accompanied by his dimpled smile and
classic features he almost looks like he might belong here.
“Whiskey on the rocks, please,”
Cash says easily to Tanner, handing him a twenty.
There went that deal.
“Cash—” I say,
surprised, but before I can say more, I’m cut off by a kiss
that I feel all the way down to my toes. Cash kisses me slow and
deep, until my head is spinning.
God, this man wasn’t lying about
his skilled tongue. Finally, he comes up for air. “Sorry I’m
late,” he says, still ignoring the flock of clients around me.
Say something, my brains yells. You’re
a powerful lawyer, wipe that shit eating grin off your face now. But
my brain is still stuck in low gear after that kiss.
“I... I…. What are you
doing here?”
This was not the rescue I requested,
but damn if it is not the one I needed. Cash looks up at Tanner
again, still standing there his jaw about to grind those pearly
whites to fairy dust. The look on Tanner’s face is priceless.
I want to take a picture of it, frame it, and hang it over my mantel
so I can give it the finger every day.
“Did I stutter on the drink
order?” Cash asks. I don’t believe for one fucking second
that he doesn’t know who Tanner is, but it’s great to
watch Cash put the man in his place. Tanner’s fingers curl into
a fist. If this works out the way Tanner wants it to, he’ll
have enough material for a whole new album.
Not willing to let this drama fuel
Tanner’s career any further, I reach for Cash. “Darling,”
I say hoping I can pull off the semi-sweet tone I’ve heard
Cassie use with Ryder. Trailing my hand down his chest, I try not to
get lost in the idea of what his muscles would feel like without his
shirt on. “I’d like you to meet my newest client—Tanner
Jakes.”
“Congrats, baby. So we can
officially celebrate now?” He turns to Tanner. “She’s
been wearing herself out working on this contract for you guys. I’m
ready to not wake up to a computer if you catch my drift.”
Mathias laughs. Cash’s natural
charm seems to work even when he’s not behind a bar.
“Very nice to meet you,”
Mathias says, holding out his hand to Cash, adapting to the change
without an issue. Cash gives Mathias a firm shake.
It’s Tanner
I’m still concerned about. One look at him and he’s
gone from cowboy to raging bull. Trying to salvage what’s left
of this deal, I put some distance between Cash and me. It seems to
pacify Tanner for a moment. He no longer looks like he’s going
to spear Cash on the chandelier.
“How did you meet Savannah?”
Tanner asks.
“Bent over a bar—I’m
part owner of five clubs across the Atlanta area. She walked in and I
couldn’t let her leave alone. But she
made me work for it, because no one walks over her.” Cash looks
firmly at Tanner. Somehow, without me having to tell him, he’s
been able to see that Tanner is the real problem here. He’s
more than willing to jump into this fight.
CHAPTER SIX
Savannah
“We should be going,” I
say, before Tanner and Cash come to blows. Not that I’m worried
about Cash, he can hold his own. Of that, I’m
sure.
The fear and the hurt slowly recede,
and for the first time the shreds of my broken heart think they might
like to mend. I’m going to make it through the next ten
minutes. Hell, I might even make it through being Tanner’s
lawyer. All because Cash Gardner had the gall to call
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