Page 84 of Lucky Haven

I love him.

I manage to keep that inside when me makes me go off again, when he loses control and follows me, thundering his own release inside my body.

I love you, Cash Kincaid, I think to myself as I bury my face in his neck, as he strokes my sweat-slicked back.

“You’re incredible,” he says, sounding well and truly satisfied.

The two sentiments aren’t the same. But they are both true, and that’s enough.

It’s late when we descend to the foothills again.

“Can we stop at my place to get a few more things?”

“Sure.” Cash takes my hand and twists his fingers through mine, holding on until we get back to Dragonfly Creek.

When he parks in front of my house, I don’t wait for him to come around to get me. He’s chuckling at me as I speed up the walk ahead of him, making me giggle, too.

But both of us stop laughing when I reach the steps and there’s a folded piece of paper shoved most of the way under the door.

“Don’t touch it,” Cash growls.

“It’s not going to bite.” I sigh before unlocking.

I let him pick it up anyway. I don’t want to touch it.

I turn on the light in the foyer and he closes the door behind us, then opens the folded sheet, torn from what looks like the same notepad as the one that was left for him.

This one isn’t about tonight. This is a day late, but shockingly accurate.

Everyone is talking about how you were late coming back from lunch

You aren’t subtle

You’ve lost your way

What did you do in the garage?

Did you do the mechanic?

Chapter Twenty-Five

Cash

“This is fucking bullshit,” I growl.

“Don’t crumple it.” Haven rubs my arm, as if I’m the one who needs soothing right now.

“Won’t.” I stalk to her kitchen table and lay it flat so I can take a picture of it. A quick comparison confirms that it’s the same handwriting as the first note.

I scrub my hand over my beard as I swipe back and forth, wishing we had some other clue beyond her uncle’s pompous assertion that it’s not Jeb Martin’s handwriting.

Her uncle.

Fuck.

I asked the wrong question when we confronted him.

“Let’s go. I want to drop you at the ranch and then I need to run an errand.”