Molly’s friends were waiting for her near the door, but she hadn’t gotten out of her seat yet. Was there some sort of important good-bye she needed to say to him? That had to be what she was thinking—there was no way she was hesitating because she wanted to stay here with him. Molly had better things to get back to, and he’d only been one item on her Vegas to-do list. That’s all. More to the point, though, Cash didn’t like women who couldn’t get up and go. Good-byes were a pain in the ass. It’d been that way for years, ever since a certain good-bye had almost taken him down, but that didn’t matter anymore. He wouldn’t let it. “They’re waiting,” he said to Molly, making this as easy as possible. Next to him, Jimmy Beetles was sucking on his beer bottle, being way too interested in Cash’s business. She was tracing the peanut-dust trail on top of the table like she was trying to get ahold of some words that were escaping her, and Cash forced his heartbeat to slow.
