“Why does she care?” Cache wondered to himself after he got Karla’s text. So what if Scarlett knew they were going to dinner? Did it really matter?
He needed to find out. Tonight. He was going to find out tonight.
He also wanted to kiss Karla tonight, but he had a feeling it was too early for her. Heck, it was probably too early for him.
He pulled out of his driveway a few minutes before six, and he saw Karla mincing her way along the road. Sort of. It was the side of the road, in the grass, as her heels dangled from her fingers.
Cache pulled up alongside her and stopped so she could get in. “Thanks,” she said, wiping her forehead. “I should’ve just had you come pick me up. Phew.”
“Yeah,” Cache said, going past Prime the welcoming robot to the ranch. “Why didn’t you?” He glanced at he
