Chapter Twelve
“Rough night?” Travis loomed over him holding a cup of coffee.
Cash closed his eyes, bracing against the memory of Kate’s mouth, her skin under his fingers. “Yeah,” he bit out. “You could say that.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Not really.”
“Something trigger you? This is the first time since we’ve come home from the trek that you’ve camped out on the couch.”
“Nothing specific.” Except a blazing kiss that turned him inside out. “I… just couldn’t be alone last night. Too many memories.” God’s truth. He’d reached his trailer and realized he was too wound up. So he’d turned around and made a beeline for the main house, knowing it was his only chance for sleep. Childhood memories jumbled with his time overseas, tumbled with a laundry list of failures since he returned home, add
