Hester shakes his head no. It was three fellows over near Burnt Town. You probably don’t know them, the Bishop brothers.
We’re here to play cards, so shut. The. Hell. Up. His head moved slowly from Mark to Josh, pinning them in place. Another fucking word about Cassandra, and I’ll rip your God damn tongue out! Understand?Yeah…sorry, Josh stuttered, visibly shaking. I didn’t mean any harm. She’s a good girl.
Damn right she is, so not another word about her!Caleb knew her—knew Cassandra. That was a name better fit for the sweet blonde. I smiled down at my cards, enjoying the fact that maybe our paths would cross again. And if they ever did, I’d be sure to take my time showing her all the reasons she needed a man in her bed. After Mark, she’d appreciate an all-nighter from me.After Caleb’s threats, the table remained relatively quiet for a while. As the night wore on, I knew Caleb had a plan in motion—what it was, I wasn’t sure, but I knew it had to do with Josh.
The girl Josh had been exchanging glances with all night walked past me to the kitchen area, and I watched his eyes follow her. He had a thing for her, and I had my in. She was about his age, shorter, and blonde with dark roots. No angel, by far. When she walked past again, I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my lap.I need a good-luck charm, I murmured, nuzzling her neck. You look just the part.
The moment I twisted my arm around the girl’s waist, my thumb caressing under her bra, Josh’s attention shifted from the game to her. I caught the slight upturn of Caleb’s expression.
What’s your name? the girl asked, situating herself further on my lap, running one hand around my neck while a finger on the other raked over my stomach.Don’t worry about that, Anna said. Just get better, okay?
And take it easy, Kate urged. We’re worried about you.Scared to death, Jane repeated.
Cluck, cluck, cluck. I smiled inwardly. Noah was right—they were all mother hens.I’ll be fine, Noah insisted. And don’t you go canceling that wedding on my account. I’m looking forward to going, and I don’t want you to think a bump on my head is enough to keep me from being there.