Page 92 of Pinch of Love

I looked into his gaze and believed the words.

Cash smiled and let out a deep breath. “Which leads me to my next request.”

“Uh-oh. Shoot.” I grimaced, chuckling.

“My parents invited us over for dinner next Wednesday.”

I froze. Things were suddenly moving fast. A camping trip with his brother and then meeting the parents.

Granted, I already met Harold briefly, but having dinner with them and trying to impress them about sent me over the edge.

That was the only plus side of dating Rob. I never had to meet his parents.

On the flip side, maybe that should have been a red flag.

I looked into Cash’s eyes and saw so much hope building behind his gaze that there was no way I’d say no.

“Sounds awesome.”

His right brow arched as he shook his head. “You are a terrible liar.”

I giggled, letting out a deep breath. “With you by my side, I’m sure it will be totally fine.”

“That’s the spirit.” He snapped his fingers at Chewie, who hopped off the couch and circled her way to the kitchen. “I’ll get your bags in the Jeep and drive us over to the house.”

“Sounds good.”

He started toward the stairs and turned around. “Don’t be nervous. I’m the one who should be scared of you meeting my brother. He’s a mess. Basically, he drinks for a living.”

I chuckled, knowing Cash mentioned his brother owned a bar in Madison.

Chewie yapped, found her leash in the basket by the door, and dragged it over.

“Good girl, Chewie. How in the world did Cash teach you that?”

She sat down with her little pink tongue dipping out of her mouth as Cash carried my bag down the stairs.

“She’s a genius. That’s how.”

I chuckled, bending over to fasten Chewie’s leash.

“Your daddy loves you,” I whispered, but she looked like she didn’t need to be told.

“I have to tell you, I feel a lot better leaving for our camping trip, not thinking that Rob is traipsing around Buttercup Lake.”

Cash nodded, holding the door open as Chewie and I walked under his arm. “Agreed. Has everything continued to move forward?”

I nodded even though my chest tightened. “I’m at the point where I just want my people to throw money at him to make him go away, but they feel strongly that he isn’t owed very much. I would rather just buy him out and go on my merry way.”

Cash nodded, sliding the bag into the backseat as I hoisted myself into the front seat.

“Not to mention, you’ll probably pay more in legal fees than if you’d just written the check.”

“So true.” I glanced at Cash as he slid into the driver’s seat. “I have a confession. I probably shouldn’t even say it aloud.”

“What’s that? You want to ravage me all weekend instead of meeting my brother for a camping trip? Me too.”

I chuckled. “No, but that does sound more fun.”

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