Misfit(138)
“McCall Monster my ass,” Josh growled.
Georgie rolled her eyes.
“It’ll give you a chance to hear Fee sing,” Cash said instead of commenting, at the bar, pouring a drink for Stretch. “Sloane, she’s bad-ass.”
“So I’ve heard,” Sloane said, heading to a seat and pulling Georgie with him. “You must sing off the fucking charts. Cash has been after me to hear you sing for weeks.”
“Really?” Just as the knowledge of Cash and Stretch’s visits brought her down, hearing that Cash mentioned her, even in passing, buoyed Fee.
“Sing something for me,” Sloane ordered in that sexy way that was all his. On television and in magazines, the man oozed sex. In person, it boggled the mind. “Anything that comes to mind.”
She twisted her hands together, nervous all of a sudden. Having a career in singing wasn’t what Fee wanted. All over again, she remembered all the dreams she’d once had. They’d never included being a famous singer, but there were plans for her future as a filmmaker.
Her stagnant life was completely her fault. Now, in the room with all these beautiful people, all focused on her, made her want more. A set course, at the very least.
“Today, Fee. Not everyone gets a chance to sing for Sloane,” Cash pointed out. “Use this opportunity.”
“Oh my goodness, Cash, you’re so rude,” Georgie said. “You both just sprung this on her. Let her get her thoughts together.”
“Did you hear me say anything?” Sloane remarked. “I’m waiting for her.”
“Cash, stop being such a jerk with Fee,” Stretch jeered. “You’re embarrassing her.”
“I am not. Fee knows me. I only have her best interest in mind.”
“Yeah, Cash. That’s why you announced that you and Stretch come to Denver to be together.”
Fee cringed at Georgie’s exasperated statement.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Georgiana. Fee knows Stretch and me have a history. She knows how much I care about him.”
“It does matter,” Georgie insisted. “I’m a girl like her and she doesn’t want to hear what you’ve done for another lover if you haven’t done it for her.”
Cash glared at Fee. “Tell my little sister she’s wrong,” he growled, as if Georgie’s words were her fault. When Fee remained silent, understanding dawned in his eyes. “Are you fucking shitting me? What difference does it make where I’ve taken him? We’re all here together now.”
“By accident, Cash. If Stretch’s dad hadn’t passed away, we never would’ve gone anywhere,” she reminded him. “Christopher doesn’t want us together so we could’ve used an escape too.”
“I wasn’t ready to take our relationship to that level,” he admitted tiredly.
Suddenly not caring where Cash had taken Stretch, Fee stared. “Are you ready now?”
Cash shrugged. “We’re settling into us,” he said. “I’m happy with that. That doesn’t mean I’ll go to Outlaw and get my head bashed in. Okay? If I ever am ready, I’ll have to show him I’m worthy of you first. You’ll have to show him that you can handle what the three of us have. Otherwise, he’ll never accept it.”
“Wouldn’t you accept such a relationship with Georgie? As long as she was happy.”
“Fuck no. I didn’t like Sloane and Georgie together. She was sixteen when they started fucking and he was a twenty-five-year old motherfucker. But without him, my little sister would be dead. Our father is the worst excuse of a parent or a husband than anyone I fucking know. Georgie stayed strung out and my father was too busy sticking his cock in every woman around to notice. He was too busy ruining his wives. If not for that, I’d feel the same way about Sloane that Outlaw feels about me.”
As Cash spoke, Georgie bowed her head, so much sadness entering her eyes. Josh just folded his arms and clenched his jaw. Sloane, meanwhile, looked as if he wanted to kill Cash.
“I fucking told you, motherfucker, don’t bring up Cassandra. Her suicide still upsets Georgie.”
“It’s okay, Sloane,” Georgie said quietly. “Really. Fee needs to know. She’s part of the family now, so it’s her right.”
“We’re lovers, Georgiana. Don’t make this out to be more than it is.”
“Jesus Christ, Cash,” Stretch said with a short laugh. “Twist your fucking knife a little deeper.”
Georgie got to her feet. “Come on, Fee. Let’s go to the balcony to talk. Leave Cash to Sloane, Josh, and Stretch. They’ll straighten him out.”