Chapter 27
Sawyer
“Way to go, asshole,” I say, popping Cash on the arm. “You scared her.”
“It wasn’t me!” Cash growls. “It was Oak telling her I love her. Christ, man! It was way too early for that.”
“It was the truth,” Oak grumbles.
“That’s beside the point,” Cash replies, his face twisted with annoyance. “If she runs away now, it’s your fault.”
“She ain’t runnin’ anywhere,” Oak grumbles, crossing his arms.
Cash gestures toward the street where Jules disappeared, his arm making a sound that tells me which direction she went. I can’t chase after her. That would be like chasing a needle through murky water. But I want to. I envy Cash and Oak for having the choice.
“Enough,” I say, gesturing toward the table. “Just focus on selling this stock. She’ll take the time she needs and come back when she’s ready.” I hit the table. “Make sure to push the Stagborn Strong cheese. It’s the bestseller.”
My mind chases after Jules, wondering how overwhelmed she is, wondering what it is that makes her afraid to stay.
Us, or something worse?
My instincts tell me it’s something worse. Something far worse.
And I don’t know if we’re equipped to handle it.