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“I don’t want to hear that bullshit. I’ve invited you countless times to my place for beers, and you refused.” Ridge glanced over at Cashea and tossed her a wink. He was completely relaxed, and she wasn’t sure if he was paying attention to all the women who had been staring at him all night. “But now I see why he was always coming down to the Hen House.”
“Shut up,” Draven murmured.
“Oh?” Cashea raised her eyebrow and stared at Draven. Had he been coming on the weekends because of her? She would be shocked if so. He had never paid her any attention before. “So it wasn’t the food, drinks, and football?”
“Don’t worry about why I was coming down here. Just know it’s nice to have somewhere to get away from the ranch,” Draven muttered.
She laughed and patted the poor man on the chest. She wondered if she hadn’t come over to himthat day, would they even be standing here together?
“Cashea! Go ahead and get out of here. It’s dead,” Danny called out.
She gave him a thumbs-up. He didn’t need to tell her twice.
“I’m going to go get my stuff and clock out,” she said.
She leaned up on her tiptoes and delivered a soft kiss to Draven’s lips. His arm snuck out and wrapped around her waist and held her firmly to him. His large bulge dug into her stomach. She bit back a whimper at the feeling of him. She pressed another kiss to his lips then pried his arm from around her waist. She quickly made her way through the bar and went into break room.
After she grabbed her bag, she tossed it across her chest and then clocked out. She had spent the day with Draven. When they had returned to the ranch, she’d got to meet Bee who was a beautiful woman who certainly cared for Andy and his boys. The woman had cooked enough to feed a small army. It was a wonder that it all was still warm and fresh by the time they had arrived. After their meal, Draven had taken her out on the stead, and she had loved every minute of it. The land was beautifuland peaceful. No wonder he’d come home to work for his father.
It had been an extremely long day, and she was tired. Tonight, she planned to take a hot shower and then fall into bed.
Draven’s bed.
He’d talked her into packing a bag and staying at his place tonight. Not that he’d had to do much to convince her. She made her way through the Hen House and headed over to where Draven and Ridge were seated. Her smile disappeared when a tall, lanky figure cut in front of her and stood in her path. Even in the low light of the bar, the twin black eyes were noticeable. A couple strips of bandages were placed across his nose.
Brett Falco.
“Cashea,” he said.
“What do you want?” She stiffened and automatically took a step backward.
He had some nerve showing up here while Draven and his brother were there. Obviously, he hadn’t learned his lesson. Her gaze flicked to Draven. As if feeling her eyes on him, he turned around. He stood immediately when he recognized the figure before her.
“Here.” He thrust a thick whiteenvelope into her hands. He shook his head. “I don’t want any more trouble. If that is not enough to pay for the damage to your SUV, let me know.” He took few steps backward, away from her. He spun on his heel and tore through the bar.
“Was that Brett?” Draven growled.
She nodded. He released a curse and swiveled around. She reached out and grabbed his arm before he could go after him.
“Please don’t.” She moved closer to him and petted him on the chest. Now was not the time for him to be getting angry. He had a few beers in him, and she didn’t want his anger to mix with that. She held up the envelope in her hand. “He came to bring me this.”
Draven took it and slid it open. He peeked inside it. His eyebrows rose, and he put the envelope back in her hands. Curious, she opened it slightly so she could look. There had to be a least a few grand in there. Her eyes widened. She quickly closed the envelope and stuffed it down in her bag. There was definitely enough for her to get her car fixed up. Her heart pounded. She was rendered speechless.
So not only did he admit to damaging her car, but he also was going to pay for the damages?
“Come on. Let’s go,” Draven murmured. His hand moved down to the curve of her back and guided her toward the main door.
She waved goodbye to everyone. Ridge met them at the door before they stepped outside. It was a warm night, and the moon was high.
“I’ll see y’all tomorrow.” Ridge gave them a short wave and jogged over to his truck.
Draven’s large hand engulfed hers while they walked to his car. Once there, he helped her inside and shut the door behind her. He stalked around the hood and got in. She pulled the envelope from her bag and took the money out. She counted it, and her mouth dropped open from the amount that was there.
Four thousand, five hundred dollars.
It would be more than enough to get her car fixed. She stared down at the notes, still in shock that he had come around and given her the money to have her car fixed.
“Thank you.” She sniffed. She placed the cash back in the envelope and put it in her bag.
