“I know how to manage my brothers.”
“Good. You can start now.” Cash nodded toward a furious Greer, who was heading their way.
“You better go,” Rachel responded, slamming the door closed before turning back to her brother.
Hearing Cash’s truck deliberately spin gravel on his way out only fueled an already-loaded situation.
“I’m giving you ten seconds to tell me why you were in that shithead’s truck.”
Rachel thought fast. Cash was right, someone could get seriously hurt in a feud, and she didn’t want it to be one of her brothers.
“My car broke down while I was having dinner with Lily. Cash offered me a ride home,” she explained.
Greer lost some of his anger. “You should have called. One of us would have come to town to get you.”
“Cash drives by here to get home. I didn’t think it was a big deal to accept a ride.”
“It is. I don’t want you anywhere near him.”
“It was just a ride, Greer. He was just being nice.” Rachel linked her arm through his, walking toward the house.
“Cash isn’t a nice guy,” Greer warned.
Rachel couldn’t argue with that statement. No one in town would use that word to describe Cash, but he had been nice tonight. He had stepped in when Jared could have hurt her then had given her a lift home, despite her lack of gratitude. He had handled the situation much better than her hotheaded brothers would have.
When she was younger, she used to fantasize about Cash. He had always been her knight in shining armor. Now that she was older, the armor was old and rusty, needing to be dusted off. Regardless, Rachel couldn’t deny the thrill of watching him beat Jared for slapping her. She guessed she was more like her brothers than she realized.
Chapter 3
“Throw the ball!” Logan yelled.
Rachel rose higher out of the water, swatting the large beach ball toward Logan. When he hit it back toward her, Rachel used her feet to jump higher out of the water to hit it again.
“You missed.” Logan’s giggles sounded around the pool with Holly’s laughter joining in.
Rachel stuck her tongue out at her nephew as she climbed out of the pool to go get the ball. Her bare feet padded around the concrete pool area to retrieve it. Picking it up, she then threw it back into the pool.
“I need a drink. You’re wearing me out.” Going to the patio table where she had left a cold pitcher of lemonade, she poured herself a glass as she watched Holly and Logan switch to playing water tag.
Rachel enjoyed the afternoons they spent twice a month at Mrs. Langley’s house, playing in the pool. Logan’s great-grandmother would spend the mornings interacting with him then, when she watched her afternoon soap opera, Rachel and Holly kept him playing in the pool. Afterward, they would eat a late lunch and then leave.
Sadly, the summer holidays were coming to an end, and Logan would start pre-school in the fall. Rachel would have to find different days for Logan to visit because she didn’t want to take away the company Mrs. Langley looked forward to having.
As she took a sip of her drink, she heard the sliding door from the house opening. Thinking it was Mrs. Langley, she looked casually toward the house, almost choking on her drink when she saw Cash and Rider walking outside.
She wanted to pick up her cover-up that was tossed onto the chair but didn’t want to show the men she was embarrassed. The ice-blue bikini she wore was nothing to be upset about other than it showed too much freaking skin. At least the bottoms covered her ass, which she was always self-conscious about because it was the largest part of her anatomy. Whenever she gained a pound, it went to her ass. If she tried to work it off, the firmer it became. She had even begun wearing a size up in her clothes to disguise her butt.
Rachel looked toward the pool, seeing Holly’s wide-eyed stare; she wasn’t any happier than her to see the men. Her large breasts were displayed in all their glory in an emerald-green swimsuit that matched her eyes.
“Well, what have we got going on?” Rider’s lascivious stare at Holly’s breasts was making the woman turn bright red.
“We’re playing ball. Do you want to play?” Logan climbed out of the pool just to jump back in.
“Oh, yeah,” Rider said, beginning to take his t-shirt off.
“Rider, quit fooling around. I need your help,” Razer said, opening the door from the house. Beth’s husband shot the other biker a warning glance, ignoring Rider’s angry glare as the two went back inside.
Cash gave a wicked grin. “I guess he doesn’t need me.” His eyes traced over her body as he took a seat at the patio table, pouring himself a glass of lemonade while Logan and Holly started playing again.
Rachel knew Holly wouldn’t get out of the pool as long as Cash was around; the woman was insecure about her figure in the swimsuit. Rachel wasn’t any happier.
Casually picking up her cover-up, she pulled it on.