Cash grumbled something under his breath and
stumbled off to the shower. When he emerged, his hair was
wet and spiky and he was wearing a green T-shirt that said
Kiss me. I’m pretending to be Irish.
He caught me reading it and grinned, scrubbing his
fingers through his hair to shake the excess water out. “You
wouldn’t be the first girl this shirt has worked on. But you
could be the first dead one if you wanted.”
I rolled my eyes. “Let’s go.”
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