Page 18 of Daddy's Trust
“Sisters,” she croaked.
They both gave her surprised looks. She got it. They probably thought she was mute.
She was kind of shocked herself.
“Sisters?” Cash repeated. “Then they’re going to get in contact, aren’t they? Do you live here? Should we take you home? Do they live with you?”
She shook her head. Too many questions.
“You’re overwhelming her,” Ralen said, handing her phone to her. “Want to try calling them?”
Addie nodded shakily. Grabbing her phone, she tried Dotty first. But it went straight to voicemail. The same happened when she tried to call Monroe.
She bit her lip, trying to think. Just because they weren’t answering their phones didn’t mean anything. The battery could be dead.
Monroe was always forgetting to charge her phone.
But not Dotty.
She brought up their phones on the tracking app. They both showed that they were still at the bar. Turning her phone, she showed Cash.
“They’re still at the bar.” He glanced at Ralen.
Addie nodded and tapped her chest, then pointed at the phone. Yes, she could have written it on the pad, but her brain wasn’t thinking properly at the moment.
Cash shook his head. “Sorry, Stowaway, we’re not going back to that bar.”
All right. That was understandable. She couldn’t expect them to run her around like they were her personal taxi service. So she brought up the Uber app.
Cash placed his hand over her phone screen. “I should have made myself clearer.You’renot going back to that bar.”
Nerves filled her.
All right, maybe her instincts had been off and she shouldn’t have trusted them.
Perhaps she’d thrown herself from the frying pan and into the fire.
Shit.
He could see that he’d terrified her.
Well done, Cash.
He wasn’t really a soft guy, but he had a soft spot for women in trouble.
For Littles in trouble.
Not that he knew for sure that she was a Little, but he had his suspicions.
“I didn’t say that because I plan on keeping you prisoner or whatever else is going on in your brain. But you can’t go back to that bar. It’s not safe there. By now, the cops will be all over it. And even though their phones are showing as being there, it could be that they are dead and it’s pinging their last known location.”
Her shoulders slumped. Defeat filled her face.
“Why don’t we take you home? They might be there,” Ralen said.
She shook her head. She probably didn’t want them to know where she lived.
Cash got it. She was a young woman on her own with two guys.
