Chapter Eighteen
Kate didn’t say a word the entire hike back to their trailers, but she bristled with questions. Cash could see it in the way her shoulders pinched, in the tightness around her mouth.
Gently, he steered her to his trailer. Better to show her than to simply tell her. As soon as he shut the door behind them, she turned to him, eyes snapping.
“How did you know? And why didn’t you say anything?”
“Your mother is Helene Montgomery. Your agent is Franco DiAngelo, who is an asshole, by the way. I didn’t want to compromise your safety in case you were in some kind of witness protection.”
Her face paled. “But how did you know?” she whispered.
He regarded her steadily for a moment, then headed for the bathroom.
“Answer me, Cash,” she called after him, trailing behind.
Holding
