“We can go toNaked Falls Brewing.”
The door opens and Cash strolls inside. I check him over. No signs of bloodshed. Good. He didn’t get into a fight with his brothers.
He smiles when he notices me. “Hey, Indy. What are you doing here?”
“Came to catch up with your better half.”
Dylan hands me a beer. “It’s true. I am the better half. I’m also prettier than him.”
Gibson puffs out his chest. “Everyone knows I’m the pretty one in the band.”
“I believe the fans disagree. At last count, I was winning,” Jett declares.
“Winning? Winning what?” I ask.
Jett’s eyes widen and he stutters. “U-u-um…nothing.”
“Nothing? I guess you aren’t winning after all.” Gibson smirks at him.
“Do I want to know what you’re talking about?”
Cash chuckles. “No, you don’t.” He perches himself on the arm of the sofa and squeezes my shoulder. “Thanks for what you did.”
“What did she do?” Dylan asks.
Jett waggles his eyebrows. “Did she let you pet her kitty?”
My cheeks warm as I remember how Cash kissed me a few days ago. How I would have let him drag me to the nearest horizontal surface if Katy Purry hadn’t interrupted us.
Jett motions toward my face. “He did pet her kitty.”
Cash punches his shoulder. “Don’t talk about Indy’s kitty.”
Jett bats his eyelashes. Does he think anyone’s buying his innocent act? I’m not. “I was referring to Katy Purry.”
“She’s the devil,” Cash mutters.
“My cat is not the devil.”
“Didn’t your cat eat the pap’s fingers?” Gibson asks.
“She didn’t eat them, eat them. Maybe nibbled on them a bit.”
Cash’s forehead wrinkles. “Why would the demon cat attack a pap?” I don’t get a chance to answer before he growls. “Is this the pap who invaded your home?”
“Don’t growl at me.” I shove him off the arm of the sofa. “You’re not allowed to get annoyed with me because a pap came after me for information about you.”
He crosses his arms over his chest and glares down at me. “Why the hell not?”
I jump to my feet. “Because you left me. My life doesn’t have anything to do with yours.”
“It sure the hell does. You’re mine.”
“I am not yours.” He reaches for me but I bat him away. “Don’t touch me. I didn’t give you permission to touch me.”
“You didn’t seem to mind the other day.”
I can’t believe him. Did he seriously announce to his bandmates how we had a moment a few days ago?