Stretch considered his text, his finger hovering over the ‘send’ button, wondering if he should leave Fee alone. She’d put them in a hell of a position. A fucking rock knew better than to trust Kendall. But she’d looked so hurt when he’d pushed her away. It hadn’t dawned on him, until then, that how he felt about her might matter. Yes, she’d been upset at Cash’s anger, but Cash was always yelling about something. She must’ve been used to his asshole-ways. Stretch was. For some reason, his grouchiness made him even more appealing. Stretch liked the challenge of Cash’s surliness. But he also appreciated Fee’s soft heart. In her was the gentleness Cash would never fucking offer. Now, Stretch wanted to check on her. He rarely ever texted her, but Cash had been locked in his room for two days recovering from the injuries he’d received at Outlaw’s hands. He’d never forget the sight of Cash, bruised and bloodied, on the floor of Outlaw’s office.
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