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right about him, although she couldn t really put her finger on it.
Chapter Nine
All of that had come to a head one evening when they were supposed to be going
to bed together for the first time, and something had set him off. To this day she really
didn t know what, not that she cared. He had hauled back and hit her, slapped her, open-
palmed, right across the face.
Now, he wasn t Cash s size. Few men were. But he wasn t a featherweight,
either. Her cheek hurt like the dickens, but nothing was broken, and he had missed her
ear. She d just be wearing a bright red reminder that she should trust her instincts when it
came to men for a few days.
She had gone to her landline, which she had judiciously kept, and dialed 911.
Having made the connection to the emergency operator, she knew that even if he
proceeded to beat the crap out of her and she couldn t speak, the police would
automatically be on their way.
Sugar put her hand over the mouthpiece and said in her best imitation of Cash s
voice, I would think that even you would be smart enough to get out of here. Now.
When the officers arrived, she thanked them for their quick response, but declined
to press charges. They left her with their cards and let her know to contact them if he
bothered her again.
You broke up with him rather abruptly. I was worried.
He worried about her a lot, she knew.
She hadn t told him about it at the time, frankly not wanting to have to visit Cash
in jail after he killed Curry. But what did it matter now?
He hit me, she said softly.
Cash was up on his knees immediately, checking her over as if it had just
happened ten minutes ago, patting her down as though he was looking for broken bones,
murder just as she d predicted in his eyes. She d never seen him so angry.
I m fine, I m fine. It was a year ago, Cash. She tried without success to still his
hands, but he seemed to need to prove to himself that she was physically intact.
What did he do to you? he asked, his jaw working furiously.
Sugar sighed. It s over, Cash -
What. Did. He. Do. There was no arguing with him.
It wasn t something she was proud of. She knew it wasn t her fault in any way;
all the blame was entirely on his head. But still, she d never really said it to anyone but
the cops. He slapped me across the face.
Cash knew that Curry Parker was six feet tall and a hundred and eighty pounds.
Sugar was five three and a hundred and ten, on a good day.
A huge part of him wanted to ride back to the ranch right now, fly his plane up to
Tennessee, find this bastard and kill him agonizingly slowly, over the next several days
as he begged for the mercy that would not be forthcoming.
He could do it, too.
However, he wouldn t, because he preferred to spend the rest of his life with
Sugar, and not slow dancing in the pen with a roommate named Tiny who was bigger
than he was.
At least, he wouldn t do it physically, anyway. He wouldn t kill the man. But
there were other, more subtle and infinitely more legal ways to bring down a man who
had touched his woman in anger.
No one, but no one, could stop him from doing exactly that.
It was then that he realized that he was staring at her face, as if trying to see any
sort of mark the other man might have left on her.
No permanent damage, really, she said, trying to diffuse the situation. He was
clearly overwhelmingly angry, although she knew it wasn t at her, it was still kind of
awesome to see. She was damned glad she wasn t Curry Parker. A thought struck her,
and she put her hands on his chest, saying, You have to promise me that you won t, like,
go up there and punch him out or do anything stupid and macho like that.
He raised his right hand and said solemnly, I promise you that I will not go up to
Tennessee, to - he rattled off Parker s exact address, at least when they were dating
and like go up there and punch him out or do anything stupid and macho like that . The
man had a gift for mimicry, and he reproduced her voice with eerily accurate results.
Sugar smacked him on the shoulder, like she always did when he imitated her.
I m serious now . . .
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