Cash by Tess Oliver

Author:Tess Oliver [Oliver, Tess]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sugartree Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

I left the kitchen. I slammed the front door shut behind me as I stepped out onto the porch. I pulled my sweatshirt hood up and shoved my mass of hair under it. My fingers were numb from cold so I stuck my hands deep in my pockets and headed down the street. I had no real place to go, but I needed badly to get away from the house. In fact, getting away from the whole damn town was sounding pretty good too.

It was a long walk to the cove, but it seemed like a good destination on this crappy morning. The holiday displays just looked like cluttered messes during the day, and somehow today, they just seemed silly. It was a town that lived in a fantasy world where the only bad things were people getting sick or a heavy rainstorm coasting inland. Last night’s fight had left people a little shocked and sickened. But it seemed most people were glad Cash had been there to stop Clint and his friends. Only I knew Cash hadn’t seen it that way.

The breeze shooting up from the shore carried tangy moisture. I hunched my shoulders up around my ears. The curvy highway that would eventually lead to the lighthouse and then the cove was in sight.

A bike motor rumbled behind me. At first I was so steeped in my own misery, I ignored it. It was Cash. He raced along the road with no helmet and only a thin t-shirt and jeans. He didn’t see me until he was just yards away. I stood still and stared at him as he passed by. He rode a good hundred feet and then he slowed and turned back. He circled around and stopped several feet in front of me.

I ran to him. The air around the bike and around the man was warm. Cash didn’t look at me or say a word. I threw my leg over the seat and wrapped my arms around his hard stomach. I pressed my cheek against his back.

The bike vibrated beneath us as he pulled out onto the road. The cold wind made my eyes blur, but it zapped the weariness from my head. He turned the bike onto the quiet two lane highway that ran along the coastline. The hood flew off and my wild mass of hair billowed around my shoulders and face. The rush of seeing the road pass beneath us and the ocean slide by next to us was exhilarating. It was easy to understand the appeal of riding a motorcycle.

Cash had been silent and his hands gripped the handlebars tightly as we cruised along at a good pace. His one hand was swollen and red. I pressed against his back and closed my eyes. He was warmth and protection, not danger and trouble like my dad had insisted.

Cash pulled up to the small turnout overlooking the cove. He turned off the motor and we climbed off the bike. Without a word, he started the hike down to the cove.

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