Chapter 102

Cash stood on the front stoop, hands shoved in his pockets, huddled against the chilly night. His blond beard looked scruffy and his blue eyes bloodshot. He wore scuffed cowboy boots, faded jeans, and a ratty T-shirt with a drawing of a pig standing at a barbecue that said I like my pork pulled and my meat rubbed.

Classy guy.

“Listen, buddy. She doesn’t want you here. So take your drunk ass and—”

“Who the fuck are you?” Cash lurched drunkenly, looking him up and down. “Is she banging you already?”

Zy itched to punch him. “I’m here to protect her. Watch your fucking mouth.”

“You don’t tell me what to do!”

“Do you want to see Tessa again?”

“Of course. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here.”

“Do you want to meet your daughter?”

Cash looked less enthusiastic about that. “Well, yeah.”

Zy bit back his opinion that the asshole didn’t deserve either of them.

“Then you’ve got to start playing by the rules. You scared Tessa the other d