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What the hell was that? She was glad I was here? I gripped the suitcase handle so hard my knuckles were white. “Cash and I figured I should just stay here until you got back.”
She smiled again. “Good. Is there any bourbon in the house?” she asked.
“Bourbon?” Had she been drinking on the plane? “What do you need bourbon for?”
“To drink it.” She looked at me like I was the one who had lost my mind. She went off to the dining room to rifle through Cash’s liquor cabinet.
“Watch this,” Cash said, hitting me in the chest with the back of his hand as we went into the kitchen. “Just follow my lead.”
That set off some serious alarm bells. “What are you thinking about doing?” I asked, standing up straighter.
“Just seeing where Faith is at.”
“No,” I said, shaking my head at Cash, even as Faith came into the kitchen, looking triumphant.
“Look,” she said, holding up a bottle of Four Brothers’ Kentucky Straight. “I found myself a Kentucky kiss.”
What the hell was happening? What was she doing?
“Grab three glasses,” Cash said. “Mac might need a drink while I ask him a few questions.”
While Faith went back to the dining room for rocks glasses, I tried to stop Cash. “Seriously, Cash,” I hissed. “Stop. Don’t do whatever you’re planning on doing.”
“I’ve got this.”
He didn’t have this. Nobody had this. I was a man in love with a woman who didn’t want to be fallen in love with. We were all a hot ass mess.
I might have groaned. I might have contemplating jumping out another window.
But Faith returned and set everything down on the kitchen countertop.
Cash didn’t even wait for her to pour.
“Mac, I need to know. What are your intentions towards my sister?” he asked. “Now that I know you snuck into my house and spent the night with her.”
Faith gasped. “You told him?” she asked me, looking astonished, the bourbon bottle cap in her hand.
I had no idea what Cash’s grand plan was, but Faith needed to know Cash knew. Everyone needed to know everything. Clear the damn air, finally.
“He asked me about it and I wasn’t going to lie,” I said.
“And now that’s why I’m asking what his intentions are toward you.”
Faith looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole and die. I would dig it and jump in there with her if I could.
“Cash! You can’t ask that! You’re not my father and this isn’t fifty years ago. There are nointentions.That word is just creepy.”
“Okay, so let me ask it another way.”
“No! No other way. Mind your own business!” she said. “I apologize for having MacKay in my room in your house, Cash. It was disrespectful to you and I’m sorry. But that doesn’t give you the right to grill MacKay.”
He continued like she hadn’t spoken. “Are y’all dating? Do you want to date? Is there a future here or are you just messing around?”
“Oh my God…” Faith looked like her head was going to explode. She whirled and pointed a finger at me. “Don’t answer that. We don’t have to explain ourselves or what we’re doing to anyone.”
But you know what? Enough was enough.
I splashed about five fingers of bourbon into one of the glasses and threw it back. I let that fucking bourbon kiss me, hug me, and buy me dinner afterwards. I shook my head a little, made the appropriate exhalation sound of burn and grit, and slapped the glass down.
