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“I suppose that’s true.”

“Give it one more chance,” she says softly. “You’ll never forgive yourself if you let a good thing slip through your fingers without even trying.”

“But I don’t know if he’s a good thing.”

Allora smiles. “I think there’s a reason fate brought you two together again. I firmly believe everything happens for a reason, as cliché as that sounds.”

“Thanks.” I squeeze her arm gratefully. “Maybe I needed someone to say that.”

“Any time.” She smiles and goes to take her turn, leaving me to take in Cash’s glorious backside.

He’s talking with Simon and if I had to put money on it, I’d wager a guess they’re having a conversation similar to the one Allora and I just had. I don’t know why I believe that, but I do.

“You’re looking quite pensive,” Blaze comments, coming to stand next to me.

“Just thinking about Cash.”

He smiles. “I knew this was coming.”

He knows about our hookup because I told him after he confessed to being gay.

“You shut up.” I pretend to give him a stern look, but he just laughs.

“Come on, we both knew this was inevitable.”

“It wasn’t!” I mumble.

“Stop playing hard to get—anyone with eyes can see the way you two look at each other.”

I turn and find Cash’s eyes locked on me.

And whatever it is I see reflected there, it seems like it’s more than lust and a lot more complicated.

Dammit.

I’m going to say yes.

Reid is never going to let me live this down after I swore I wasn’t even remotely interested in Cash.

But I am.

I always was. I’m just incredibly cautious with my heart. Not because I’ve had it broken—though I certainly have—but because I’ve gotten to a point in my life where I’d rather walk away than allow myself to be vulnerable. My parents did a good job in fucking with my head, I guess.

The thing is, Cash has had his share of fuckery too. Maybe that’s what drew me to him in the first place. I didn’t know about his demons that night at the club, but somehow, I sensed that he was a kindred spirit. Having an excuse to walk away the next morning made it easier than risking him being the one who would say he didn’t want to see me again.

So I left.

I can’t do that this time.

This time I have to take a risk.

Our group ambles over to the next hole and I watch Cash get another hole-in-one.

“You done thinking?” he asks after I’ve taken my own shots—I needed two to get it in.

“I am,” I say nodding. “But there are conditions.”

He nods solemnly. “I’m listening.”