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to the cold tile floor and rested his face on the chilly porcelain edge of the tub. His oldest brother’s dusty boots came into view.
    “Get out,” Cash groaned. “Leave me alone.”
    Travis leaned over, extending a hand. “Let me help you. I’ve been here.”
    Cash slapped the hand away. “Get out,” he shouted and then winced at the pain his voice inflicted on his brain.
    “Fine, we’ll go, but it’s been six months, Cash. It’s time.”
    Cash threw a pointed glare in Travis’s direction.
    “We’re leaving, but you need to get up and go home. Leo wants his drunk room back.”
    “What time is it?” Cash choked out.
    Travis turned back to him. “After noon.”
    “Bar’s open?”
    “Not for you,” Travis said.
    “The parents are expecting you at home today,” Jason said from behind Travis. “I don’t know that I’d want you in my house. You’ve drunk yourself from Nevada to Texas. You smell like an outhouse and look even worse.”
    “And fuck you too,” Cash replied.
    “Enough, Jason,” Travis said, pushing his brother back into the small apartment. He squatted next to Cash. “I’m here when you need me. Just call.”
    “Unless you give a better blow job than that redhead, I won’t be needin’ nothin’ from you.”
    “See you soon,” Travis said with a smile, which just pissed Cash off even more.
    “No, you won’t,” he shouted at the three men’s backs as they walked away.
    As soon as the door closed, Cash slid the rest of the way to the floor and curled into a ball. He didn’t need his brothers or anybody. He was just fine.

Chapter Two
    Paige stretched her arms over her head and then snuggled back into the thousand-thread-count sheets. Leaving this plush mattress behind when she moved out of Uncle James’s house was going to be hard. As soon as her budget could swing it, buying a gel-foam mattress would shoot to the top of her must-have list.
    Rolling onto her side, she slid her hand under her face and thought about seeing Cash Montgomery in Leo’s last night. Would he remember her? Recognize her? It’d been a long time and she’d changed a lot from her teen years.
    Seeing him in his boozed-out condition last night was the last thing she’d ever expected. He’d been king of his world. To see how far he’d let himself fall had almost made her physically ill.
    She had a lot to get done today and solving the mess Cash had made out of his life wasn’t on her must-do list. She swung her legs off the comfortable mattress and climbed out of bed.
    After stripping and replacing the sheets on the massive king-sized bed, she finished packing the rest of her belongings, not that she had that much to pack. Living on the road with her parents in an RV for all of her life while traveling from town to town on the professional rodeo circuit had taught her exactly what was necessary versus what was a luxury.
    She loaded the final few boxes, put her new kitten in the pet carrier and headed over to Angus Fitzgerald’s house to see exactly what needed to be done to make it livable. Caroline Graham had warned her that no one had lived there since her great-uncle had died so the place would need a good cleaning.
    The front door key was exactly where Caroline had said it would be, over the top of the door frame. Paige let herself in and looked around.
    “Well, Ruby, we have a job ahead of us.” She lowered her pet to the dusty hardwood floor. “Your assignment is mouse patrol,” she said to her almost-six-month-old kitten. “Kill, but do not eat.”
    Ruby answered with a mrrreeow and headed toward the back of the house to explore.
    Paige propped her hands on her hips and sneezed before letting out a long sigh. Where to begin? Dust covered every square inch of every exposed surface. Maybe Ruby had the right idea. Exploration first.
    The front door admitted visitors into a well-used living room with a leather sofa, a couple of recliners, a scattering of tables and a fireplace that looked as