Chapter Six
Another painful yank on his beard brought Cash crashing back to the present and the very pissed-off woman underneath him. Heart still hammering he scrambled to his feet, pulling her up alongside him. “Are you okay?” he spoke harshly, adrenaline still calling the shots, because Jesus, did she recognize him? “What are you doing here?” He slid his hands down her arms, checking for injuries, she tore herself away, stumbling back, but regaining purchase as he stepped out to catch her. The look in her eyes kept him rooted to the spot.
“I was working,” she squawked hoarsely, voice not sounding anything like he remembered.
The twang was there, but where was the soft musical lilt? The gentleness?
She squatted, reaching for a notebook next to a thermos, and scratched something bold o
