Chapter Twenty
Kate stared at him, slack-jawed. She was terrible at hiding her feelings. He could track what was going on in her head just by the expression on her face. “You look so different with your beard.”
“Like a lumberjack from Maine, eh?” He let his Mainer accent thicken.
“You had a buzz cut, and were so tight laced.”
Cash winced. “I’m not so sure that’s changed.”
Why wasn’t she angry? She should be condemning him, not looking at him with soft and curious eyes.
“I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you.”
“I didn’t exactly make it easy,” he said drily.
Her face twisted and red crept up her neck. She looked… ashamed. What the hell for? He was the one who’d failed her. “If I hadn’t been so shallow,” her voice lowered.
“You’re not shallow,” he said gruffly.
She let out a bitter
