Page 7 of Cash (Big Hot Alphas 4)

My train of thought is derailed by Cash’s foot nudging mine. When I look up at him, he’s smiling at me curiously.

“Where’d you just go?” he asks.

I shake my head. “Sorry. Just…the past.”

“Ah.The past.”

I playfully knock him on the arm. “Shut up.”

When Cash grins at me, flashing me a sexy smile, I reflexively bite down on the inside of my lip. I can’t believe he’s not married. Can’t believe he’s not taken.

“Hey,” says Cash, nudging my foot again. “You gone on a lava hike yet?”

“I haven’t.”

“Interested in going on one?”

I tilt my head. “Are you inviting me along to another family activity?”

“Nope. It’d just be you and me. I’ve been trying to talk those guys into it, but they’re not interested.”

“I see.” A mixture of emotions swirls in my stomach. I love the idea of spending more one-on-one time with Cash, and the whole lava thingdoessound pretty interesting. But am I just torturing myself by being around him? “I mean, thanks for the invite, but…”

“But?”

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea for us to hang out.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “Really? Because I think it’s a great idea. Probably one of the best ideas there ever was, in fact.”

I laugh. And then I decide that I may as well just say yes. If hanging out with Cash makes me lust after him, so be it. It won’t be the end of the world.

Chapter Three

Cash

“Ready to get your hike on, Harlow?”

“Don’t I look ready?” Dani says, striking a pose in the hotel lobby. She might be sensibly dressed in a t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers, but she still looks so damn pretty.

I have half a mind to take her back upstairs to her hotel room and show her how I really feel about her.

Getting to catch up with Dani yesterday only deepened the attraction I already felt for her. After walking her back to her hotel and saying goodnight, I headed back to my own hotel room in an infatuated daze. For over an hour I laid awake in bed, unable to stop thinking about her.

When I woke up this morning, she was the first thing on my mind, too.

I know it’s been ten years. I know we’ve both changed in certain ways. But there’s one thing I know for sure after spending that time with her yesterday: she’s the same girl I fell in love with.

And I’m not going to lose her a second time.

“You look great,” I tell her.

Understatement of the fucking century.

“Thanks,” she says, flashing me a smile. “So. Where’s the tour start?”

“Tour?”

“Yeah. We’re going on a lava tour, right?”

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