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Authors: Laramie Briscoe
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some experience—same with you, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t dream big.”
“What would your big dream be?” he asked, kicking his legs out in front of him.
“Owning my own bakery. Doing what I want to do, and nobody telling me how I have to do this or how I have to design that. I want the flexibility of being my own boss and the feeling of success I’ll get when I make it. It’s going to be hard though,” she cautioned him.
“Anything that’s worth it is hard, Harper. That doesn’t scare me.”
“It doesn’t scare me either.” She shrugged. “I know for at least the first few years it’s going to be nothing but hard work, but I figure we’ve made it this far, we can make it through anything.”
“I may not know how to make a brownie, cookie, or a cake, but baby, I can get out there and shake my ass for you. If that’s what it takes to get people into your bakery, that is what I’ll do.”
She giggled, throwing her paper at him. “You just want me to objectify your body?”
“You can objectify me anytime you want to; I have no issue with that.” He got up and came around then grabbed her out of the seat.
She squealed as he lifted her up onto the table and locked her legs around his waist. He bent so that their noses were together, their foreheads touched.
“We’re gonna make it, aren’t we, Cash?” she whispered, hooking her arms around his neck.
“I hope so, babe. The only thing that’s going to stand in our way is us. We’ve got all the hard shit out of the way, we’ve shown what we can do in the face of adversity, and we can excel. It’s what we do when things are easy—do we still fight for it, or do we let it slip away? That’s going to be the big test.”
She was quiet as she thought of what he said. Easy wasn’t always better, and she hoped they never forgot how hard they’d fought.
‡
Chapter Sixteen
“W e’re gonna make it, aren’t we, Cash?”
Those words played over and over in his head. They were the reason he was here tonight, against his better judgment, at the Trail. He’d pulled his emergency money out of its hiding place at his house in Richardsville and saw only a couple hundred dollars there. That was his true emergency fund; he hated to touch it, but he had to, just like he had to be at the Trail tonight. The Trail was the easiest way to get enough money to take care of the bills they had coming in and also take care of the upcoming holiday. He’d never been big on Christmas, but he wanted to make this one good for his little family.
“You ready?” Slim asked, coming to stand next to his friend.
“As I’ll ever be, but fuck it’s cold out there.” He breathed into his hands, trying to warm them up. His mind drifted, and he thought about Remy and Harper, alone at home, warm and waiting for him. For the first time, he was having thoughts about the future and realizing that maybe this wasn’t the only thing he could do to make money. It was dangerous, and even though he hadn’t been caught before, it didn’t mean he wouldn’t ever be caught. Now he had other people to worry about; other people counted on him.
“Let’s get this over with,” Rodrigo said from where he stood. “This close to the holidays is not the best idea we’ve ever had.”
Cash knew that meant that the police patrols were up, and that he was worried they would get busted. If Rodrigo was worried, then he was definitely worried. Rodrigo had been doing this a long time.
He watched as final bets were placed, ignoring the shouts of some of the girls he’d messed with at one time or another. He no longer saw them. No one mattered anymore but Harper, and he couldn’t wait to get this done and go home to her.
*
Cash breathed deeply as he switched lanes, letting a smile spread across his face. He had this race, he had the money he needed, less than five seconds to go. As soon as he crossed the finish line, he let off the gas, letting his car coast. As he turned
“What would your big dream be?” he asked, kicking his legs out in front of him.
“Owning my own bakery. Doing what I want to do, and nobody telling me how I have to do this or how I have to design that. I want the flexibility of being my own boss and the feeling of success I’ll get when I make it. It’s going to be hard though,” she cautioned him.
“Anything that’s worth it is hard, Harper. That doesn’t scare me.”
“It doesn’t scare me either.” She shrugged. “I know for at least the first few years it’s going to be nothing but hard work, but I figure we’ve made it this far, we can make it through anything.”
“I may not know how to make a brownie, cookie, or a cake, but baby, I can get out there and shake my ass for you. If that’s what it takes to get people into your bakery, that is what I’ll do.”
She giggled, throwing her paper at him. “You just want me to objectify your body?”
“You can objectify me anytime you want to; I have no issue with that.” He got up and came around then grabbed her out of the seat.
She squealed as he lifted her up onto the table and locked her legs around his waist. He bent so that their noses were together, their foreheads touched.
“We’re gonna make it, aren’t we, Cash?” she whispered, hooking her arms around his neck.
“I hope so, babe. The only thing that’s going to stand in our way is us. We’ve got all the hard shit out of the way, we’ve shown what we can do in the face of adversity, and we can excel. It’s what we do when things are easy—do we still fight for it, or do we let it slip away? That’s going to be the big test.”
She was quiet as she thought of what he said. Easy wasn’t always better, and she hoped they never forgot how hard they’d fought.
‡
Chapter Sixteen
“W e’re gonna make it, aren’t we, Cash?”
Those words played over and over in his head. They were the reason he was here tonight, against his better judgment, at the Trail. He’d pulled his emergency money out of its hiding place at his house in Richardsville and saw only a couple hundred dollars there. That was his true emergency fund; he hated to touch it, but he had to, just like he had to be at the Trail tonight. The Trail was the easiest way to get enough money to take care of the bills they had coming in and also take care of the upcoming holiday. He’d never been big on Christmas, but he wanted to make this one good for his little family.
“You ready?” Slim asked, coming to stand next to his friend.
“As I’ll ever be, but fuck it’s cold out there.” He breathed into his hands, trying to warm them up. His mind drifted, and he thought about Remy and Harper, alone at home, warm and waiting for him. For the first time, he was having thoughts about the future and realizing that maybe this wasn’t the only thing he could do to make money. It was dangerous, and even though he hadn’t been caught before, it didn’t mean he wouldn’t ever be caught. Now he had other people to worry about; other people counted on him.
“Let’s get this over with,” Rodrigo said from where he stood. “This close to the holidays is not the best idea we’ve ever had.”
Cash knew that meant that the police patrols were up, and that he was worried they would get busted. If Rodrigo was worried, then he was definitely worried. Rodrigo had been doing this a long time.
He watched as final bets were placed, ignoring the shouts of some of the girls he’d messed with at one time or another. He no longer saw them. No one mattered anymore but Harper, and he couldn’t wait to get this done and go home to her.
*
Cash breathed deeply as he switched lanes, letting a smile spread across his face. He had this race, he had the money he needed, less than five seconds to go. As soon as he crossed the finish line, he let off the gas, letting his car coast. As he turned
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