Page 57 of Daddy's Trust
“Three hundred dollars on a handbag?” Butch said incredulously.
“Yeah, what’s wrong with that? I bet you spent more on detailing this truck,” Dotty said.
Addie took hold of Dotty’s hand. Dotty had never done well on a short amount of sleep.
Butch just grunted.
“Just as well I didn’t have much in it,” Monroe said. “I left everything back at the hotel other than my license, my phone, and the hotel keycard.”
“What about bank cards?” Butch asked.
“I have them all on my phone.”
“What if your phone dies?” Butch asked.
Monroe’s mouth opened, then closed, and she frowned. “Why would my phone die? Anyway, someone would have a charger that I could use. People are so helpful like that. Everywhere I go, people are just so lovely.”
Yes, Monroe tended to see the world through rose-colored glasses. There were plenty of shitty, awful people, but Monroe would just find a way to turn that around into something positive.
Anyway, that explained how someone had gotten into their hotel room.
“And now that just means I don’t have to cancel any of my cards. See? Win-win.”
“Except for the fact that your three-hundred-dollar bag got stolen along with your phone,” Ralen pointed out, staring back at them.
“I don’t like that we don’t know where we’re going,” Dotty finally said. “And I don’t like that I can’t access my phone, and I don’t like that I’m wearing the same clothes I wore last night. I really think we should just go to the hotel. But don’t worry, wecan call an Uber. There is no reason for you to take us anywhere. Addie, your phone is charged, right?”
Addie nodded. “We can’t go to the hotel.”
“Well, why not?”
“Someone broke in and t-trashed it.”
Cash wasn’thappy that Addie was in a different vehicle from him.
He wanted her with him, and he didn’t want to think too closely about why that was. But as he drove behind Butch’s incredibly huge, ridiculously shiny truck, he did realize that the other man was driving safely.
Lucky for him, or Cash would have to take him out in a very painful, gruesome way if he did something that put Addie in danger.
Not just Addie, of course. Ralen as well, and Addie’s sisters.
Shoot. What was wrong with him? Why was he thinking about her like this?
It was almost as if she were his girl.
Well, she wasn’t, and she was never going to be. She wasn’t the type of girl that Cash needed. He shook off that thought and parked behind Butch’s truck. By this stage, everyone was out and standing on the sidewalk.
Butch and Ralen seemed to be trying to herd the women inside, but Addie was resisting. She was staring straight at him with her arms wrapped around herself.
Fuck, she looked so small and lost. He fought the urge to race toward her and gather her up in his arms. Instead, he moved calmly and steadily over to where they all stood.
“Come on, let’s get inside where it’s warmer,” he said.
It wasn’t actually that cold of a day, but the three women looked like they were freezing, and he guessed that was because they hadn’t had enough sleep, or probably enough to eat.
“When was the last time you all ate?” he asked.
Monroe shook her head. “We were given something in jail. It was unrecognizable.”
