“Is that a real question?” Karla asked. “Of course I want to hear it.”
Cache hadn’t told a single soul what he’d considered telling Karla. He hesitated, deciding against saying anything more about his finances. He’d been oscillating about it for a couple of weeks now, since she’d told him about her previous relationships, her baby, and her insecurities.
They’d grown closer as they worked together, saw each other, and interacted over the past few weeks. Cache knew that was because he understood her better. Knew what made her tick.
“Are you going to tell me?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “I’m just trying to figure out what to say.”
“It’s better if you just rip it off,” she said. “Like a bandage. Blurt it out.”
Cache opened his mouth to do just that, and said, “I’m broke because of a pre
