Page 4 of Cash (Big Hot Alphas 4)

And that’s when my eyes land on her.

She’s a ways down the beach, facing the other way as she pulls clothes on over her swimsuit, shimmying her lusciously thick hips into a pair of shorts. I don’t know if it’s those sexy curves of hers or the way she’s moving or what, but it’s like I’m instantly drawn under her spell.

Inwardly, I laugh at my bad luck. I’ve spent my whole adult life not feeling this way about anybody, and then I fall in love at first sight with a woman when I’mtwo thousand fucking milesfrom home.

Figures.

I look over at her again and stifle a moan at how gorgeous she is.

Then she turns around, and my heart stalls.

Holy shit.

Is that…Dani Harlow?

I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about Dani over the past decade. Being forced to say goodbye to her the summer before our senior year of high school was one of the shittiest events of my life. After our family moved to California, I forced myself to focus on meeting new people and making new friends. I had to.

But I never fully got over Dani.

“Hey, I’ll catch up with you guys, okay?” I tell my family.

“Catch up with us?” my mom says, confused.

“I think I see someone I know.”

“We’ll wait for you, then.”

“No, you guys should go on ahead.” I look across the beach again. “I might be a while.”

Chapter Two

Dani

I’m aware of the man approaching me as I finish gathering up my stuff. It’s impossible to completely ignore someone of that size. But my gut tells me he’s not a threat, so I just keep gathering up my things, not bothering to look up at him until he’s a few feet away from me.

To my shock, I realize I know the guy.

“Cash?” I say, my jaw unhinging.

My shock is two-fold. For starters, it’s startling to seeanyoneI know right now; I’m here on vacation. But to see Cash especially blows my mind. I haven’t seen him in…let’s see…ten years? Yeah. Jesus. It’s been a wholedecade.

I honestly never expected to see Cash again. Not with all those miles between us. Yet here he is, standing before me, within arm’s reach.

And,damn, does he look good.

He was good-looking back in high school, but it was different back then. He was cute. Now, he’s fuckinghot. His body is pure muscle. He emanates strength and dominance. He still has those boyish good looks he’s always had, but now his body is all man.

“Dani Harlow,” he says, my name warm as it falls from his lips.

The next thing I know, we’re embracing in a hug.

“I can’t believe it,” I say, pulling back to look at him. The longer I stare at him, the more I’m flabbergasted by how hot he is. And howbighe is. His shirt is stretched tightly across his muscular chest. “Howareyou?”

“Good,” he says. “You?”

“I’m good, too,” I say.

We look at each other for another full second, absorbing the fact that we’ve just run into each other.

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