Chapter Fifteen
Cash
I’d never had a girl fight over me before. And the way Bobbi Jo looked, she’d fought like a Viking over me. And over just one little kiss too. She had it bad for me. I knew that then.
No matter how much we’d told each other that it wasn’t serious, and that we were free agents, it was beginning to sink in with both of us just how much we actually cared about each other.
After parking the truck in the garage, I led Bobbi Jo into the house through the kitchen. “Have you eaten today?” I had my doubts.
“I had an egg sandwich for breakfast, but nothing after that. And by breakfast, I mean around noon.” She ran her hand over her stomach. “I could use a bite.”
I loved that about the girl. She wasn’t afraid to let me know when she was hungry. “Let’s see what we’ve got in
