He paid for the food, not surprised that Diesel had once again followed him. Keeping his hold on his phone, he stepped aside and allowed Diesel to grab the bags with delicious aromas wafting up.
Cash put the phone back to his ear. “Is this an emergency?”
“No, but—”
“But nothing. I’m starving, so talk fast,” he ordered, relieved that nothing catastrophic had befallen any of their family members.
“I want you to look over a prospectus I’m sending you. If you’re interested in the company, I’d like to meet with you, Dad, and Sloane, to talking about forming a partnership.”
Business and investments bored the fuck out of Cash. He couldn’t imagine being constrained by suits, ties, and board rooms. Josh, on the other hand, knew his shit. If he thought something was worth looking into, then it was.
“I’ll read over it when it arrives.”
Josh snickered. “You want the audio version so you won’t fall asleep?”
“Fuck you, asshole.”
“Have you spoken to Georgiana lately?” Josh asked, traces of laughter still in his voice.
“I can’t keep up with her. She’s always jetting off somewhere with her rock star husband.”
“That’s what cell phones are for. You can talk to her if she’s on the other side of the world on a secluded island. You do know that?”
“I’ve been busy,” he muttered. “When I call, I talk more to Sloane than I do to Georgie. She’s always doing something.”
“Cash, big brother, don’t you know anything about Sloane Mason?”
Josh’s words put Cash on alert and he went into big brother mode. “What is there to know? Has he done something to her?”
“Other than being obsessed? Nothing at all. That’s what I mean. You call her. She starts to talk. Sloane is right there—as usual. He asks to say hello. She hands him the phone. He then talks to you. Discovers if there’s anything that might upset Georgie in any way. If there isn’t, she gets the phone back.”
“You’re shitting me. He vets her calls?”
“Ask him,” Josh chortled. “Bryn and Chance keep her too busy for her to figure out his game. Me and the guys have a fucking bet that when it dawns on her, she’s going to rip his head off.”
“Oh, food!” Daphne’s happy voice interrupted Cash’s response.
She sashayed into the room, stark naked. Memories of Fee’s perfect body hit Cash. Daphne had been bred in poverty and wanted better for herself. She had that type of mystical sensuality that men made fools over themselves for. She loved giving and receiving pleasure. In the hours since he’d learned her name, he’d really listened to her—dreams for her future, aspirations for a better life, hopes for tomorrow.
If not for Fee, Cash would’ve considered bringing Daphne in with him and Stretch. But Fee was in his blood, as much as he hated to admit it. She was the sheltered version of Daphne, searching to find her place in the world.
Stretch stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets, watching her dig into the bag and pull out one of the containers.
“Delicious!” Daphne murmured.
“Is that female company I hear?”
“You’re a goddamn asshole,” Cash growled again. “For your information, our good friend, Stretch, is here.” That sounded innocent enough, hopefully raising neither Diesel nor Daphne’s suspicions about his bisexuality.
“Tell my future brother-in-law he owes me an arm wrestle.”
“Goodbye, Joshua.” Cash hung up with his brother’s voice ringing in his ears. His growling stomach hastened him to the food everyone else was annihilating.
Daphne smirked at him. His turn with her was upon them.
He’d managed to escape what he’d promised the entire afternoon. But it seemed as if he’d run out of time and he had to fuck her, unless he came up with an excuse that wouldn’t piss her off and send her running to Outlaw with the truth of how Cash had spent his Saturday night.
Nothing to report. Kendall is just fine.
Christopher sighed at Fee’s text. Her insistence that all was well bothered the fuck out of him. He hoped Fee wasn’t being taken in by Kendall. Looking up to Zoann should’ve given Fee pointers on deceitful cunts. Bitsy would just as soon fuck up Kendall as talk to her.
He’d save this shit for another day, until he had real fucking proof that Kendall was at it again.
Wondering how Megan enjoyed her meet-up with Johnnie’s bitch, Christopher guided CJ and Rule into the clubhouse for a quick check before they headed home.
“Dig! Ashfuck,” his boy squealed, spotting Digger at Christopher’s corner table, flipping through a magazine.