0°Celsius: To thaw a frozen heart

“You realize you haven’t stopped smiling all morning?” Cash leaned in the bathroom doorway, watching Jen brush her hair in front of the mirror. That shit-eating grin on her face widened when their eyes met in the reflection.

“I can’t help it,” she answered. “I keep thinking about last night.”

So was he, but he doubted the reason for his preoccupation aligned with Jen’s. The threesome had taken things to a whole new level for Cash—he and Dylan had crossed a line he hadn’t dreamed they’d ever cross.

Sure, there hadn’t been any awkwardness last night when Dylan left, but the tequila was still burning a path through Cash’s veins at that point.

Now, sober and in the light of day, he didn’t feel as confident.

Memories of last night kept flashing across his mind: Dylan’s mouth surrounding his dick, the hard length of Dylan’s erection pulsing in his hand…

Christ. How would he ever look his friend in the eye again?

“You’re not happy.”

Jen’s strained voice interrupted his troubled thoughts. He met her eyes, confused by the flicker of shame he saw there.

“You think less of me, don’t you?” she blurted out.

“What? Of course not.”

He came up and wrapped his arms around her from behind, lacing his fingers over her stomach as he leaned in to kiss her neck. Her silky hair tickled his chin, the sweet scent of it filling his nose.

Jen continued to watch him in the mirror. “So you don’t think I’m a huge slut for sleeping with your best friend last night?”

He had to smile. “Not at all.”

Distress crossed her face. “Having sex with two men at the same time isn’t normal, Cash. It’s…deviant.”

Now a laugh escaped. “Deviant? Come on, you don’t actually believe that, do you?” He hurried on before she could answer. “You know what kind of raunchy shit happens behind closed doors? What we did last night was probably vanilla in comparison to what other ‘deviants’ do.”

Her lips twitched. “I guess.”

“We’re adults. We can invite whoever we want into our bed, and as long as everyone involved is into it, then there’s nothing wrong with that. Okay?”

“Okay.” She bit her bottom lip. “Then why did you look so unhappy before?”

Cash hesitated. “I was thinking about Dylan. Me and Dylan…what we did.”

She set the hairbrush on the edge of the sink and turned to face him. “Fooling around with another guy doesn’t take away from your hetero masculinity, you know that, right? It’s perfectly healthy to explore some bi-curiosities.”

“That’s not it.”

“So you’re not embarrassed about what happened?”

“No. I’m just wondering if this will change anything between us,” he admitted. “He’s my best friend. I don’t want things to get…weird.”

“He seemed fine when he left last night.”

Cash smiled ruefully. “Alcohol has a remarkable way of making everything seem like a good idea.”

She stepped forward and looped her arms around his neck. He had to tilt his head to look down at her, which continued to surprise him. He kept forgetting how tiny she was. Probably because her sunny smiles and big heart seemed to fill up any room she was in.

When she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, he experienced a rare burst of tenderness. His chest tightened, his brain going fuzzy when she deepened the kiss. As much as he loved having sex with this girl, it was her kisses he was growing addicted to. Her sweet taste, her pliant lips, the tiny moan she let out each time their tongues met.

She’d gotten under his skin. He couldn’t deny it any longer, and he couldn’t pretend their conversation in the car yesterday hadn’t affected him. He’d tried to brush it off. Told himself he wasn’t bothered by Jen’s reminder that the fling would end as scheduled when three weeks were up. But hell. It did bother him. He didn’t like having an end date looming over him like a thundercloud.

He broke the kiss, trying not to dwell on his thoughts. “What’s on the agenda for today? I’m meeting the guys around four to work out, but what should we do until then?”

Her expression instantly hardened. “I want to talk to Carson.”

“Did you call him?”

She nodded. “His cell went to voicemail. I left a message. I was tempted to say it had to do with Brendan, just to guarantee he’d call back, but I felt bad making him worry so I said I needed to see him ASAP but that everything was okay. He hasn’t called back yet.” Her face clouded over. “Maybe he’s busy with his angel.”

“Jen,” he chided.

“I know, I know. There must be an explanation,” she mimicked.

Cash stifled a sigh and changed the subject. “Okay, so what do you want to do until he gets back to you?”

She grabbed an elastic band and twisted her hair into a loose bun. “I guess I can hand out some more resumes.”

“Nobody’s gotten back to you, huh?”

Her frustration was evident. “Nope.”

“Well, it’s only been a day.”

“Maybe it’s for the best. I wasn’t thrilled about any of the stores we went to. Besides, I hate sales.” She shoved the hairbrush in her toiletry case and blew past him.

Cash noted the droop of her shoulders as he followed her into the kitchen, where she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

“Maybe I should apply for more office jobs,” she said after taking a sip of water. “I worked as a receptionist at a dental office a few years ago, and it wasn’t so bad.”

“Or you could do something with photography,” he suggested.

She faltered. “Like what?”

“Apply at the local papers, submit your stuff to magazines, contests.” He met her baffled eyes. “You’re a damn good photographer. Why don’t you find out if you can make a career out of it?”

“A career?” She looked surprised. “I’m not good enough to be a professional photographer, Cash.”

“Says who?”

Her brows puckered. “It’s only a hobby. I’ve never taken any classes or studied photography. I don’t know any fancy techniques, or even the proper names for half the stuff I do on my camera.”

“So? Your work speaks for itself. At least put yourself out there before you decide you’re not good enough.”

“I guess.” She chewed on her bottom lip. “It’s just not very practical. I can’t see how I’d make enough money to support myself.”

“Says who?” he repeated. “Because you’re sounding a lot like your parents right now.”

He tried to mask his anger, but it was difficult when he remembered the condescending way her parents had spoken about her photographs. Or the way they’d treated Jen—like she was a failure, a disappointment to them.

“I…” She swallowed. “It’s…a hobby, Cash. And I’m not good with rejection—what if I send work out and everyone hates it?”

“Then everyone hates it.” He shrugged. “At least you’ll know that you tried.”

“And failed,” she muttered.

“That kind of attitude isn’t conducive to success, babe. See, you’ve got yourself failing before you’ve even given it a shot. Coming up with excuses not to go after what you want won’t achieve a damn thing.”

“Excuses? I’m not—”

“Yes you are,” he interrupted, his tone coming out harsher than he’d intended. “You’re scared to put yourself out there. I get it. And I’m not surprised it never occurred to you to turn your hobby into a career. I think your parents commented on your ‘silly’ pictures half a dozen times when we went over there. Don’t tell me that didn’t annoy you.”

Her shoulders sagged. “Of course it did, but—”

“But nothing. Your parents act like you’re disappointing them because you aren’t doing what they want you to do, and all that criticism can’t be good for your self-esteem. But I’ve seen your photographs, and trust me, they are good enough. So man up and go after what you want, Jen.”

His speech was rewarded by deafening silence.

Jen stared at him.

Fuck. Had he really just told her to man up?

His tendency not to sugarcoat was the reason his past relationships had failed. He’d discovered a long time ago that women didn’t want the truth—they wanted a man who showered them with compliments and told them everything was fine and dandy. But Jen was so open and honest with him that he’d let down his guard. He’d stopped carefully weighing every word and started openly speaking his mind.

Cash cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. That might have come out a little harsh.”

She opened her mouth to reply, but then her phone rang.

“Um, I’ll just…get that.”

He winced as she bulldozed past him. He knew he’d screwed up, but damn it, she was too talented to let her parents’ criticism deter her from doing what she loved.

Too bad he hadn’t been able to convey that with a little more tact.

Jen answered the phone with an overly cheerful, “Hey Tessa, what’s up?” She paused, then said, “What?”

Cash went to her side and made out a tinny female voice on the line, talking a million miles a minute.

“Speakerphone,” he said.

Jen clicked a button, and the panicked voice became audible.

“—I gave him your number. I’m so sorry. I panicked, and he was so angry I thought he might hurt me. I’ve—”

“It’s okay,” Jen interrupted. “I understand—”

“—never seen anyone look so crazy. I know I shouldn’t have given him your new number, but you should’ve seen his face. He had crazy eyes and he was breathing hard, like he’d just run a marathon or something. It was the freakiest thing—”

Jen cut in again. “Tessa…Tessa…calm down.”

A heavy breath sounded on the line.

“You were scared,” Jen said gently. “I totally understand. Where are you now?”

“Back at the office. I ran all the way here from the restaurant. My boss will never invite me to lunch again, that’s for sure.”

A beep cut through Tessa’s last sentence. Call waiting.

Squaring his jaw, Cash signaled for Jen to ignore it, then leaned into the mouthpiece to address her friend. “Tessa? This is Cash McCoy. Jen’s staying with me until Brendan leaves town. Do you feel like he might come after you again?”

“No,” was the wobbly response. “He was adamant about getting Jen’s number, that’s all. He also demanded to know where she was staying, but I pretended I didn’t know. I made up a story about her brother whisking her off and how none of her friends have had contact with her for a week.”

“Good,” Cash said. “Stick to that story if he bothers you again. Your office has security?”

“Yes.”

“If he shows up there, get security involved. If he approaches you outside of work, call the police. I don’t want him making a habit of hitting you up for information.”

“Okay. Thanks,” Tessa said. “Jen?”

“I’m here,” Jen spoke up.

“I’m so sorry. I panicked.”

“Hey, I told you, it’s fine. Brendan is my problem, not yours. I’m sorry he cornered you like that.”

“It’s not your fault, hon.” Tessa sighed. “That man is certifiable, huh?”

“Tell me about it.”

After they said goodbye, Jen checked the screen to find out who’d called. Her scowl was all the answer Cash needed.

“Brendan’s office number,” she muttered, releasing an annoyed breath. “Looks like I have to change my number. Again.”

An idea niggled at the back of his mind. “Call him back.”

Her eyes widened. “Why would I do that?”

“Because enough is enough,” Cash said tersely. “This creep showed up at your parents’ house, and now he’s harassing your friends. Someone needs to have a little chat with him.”

“And, what, that someone will be you?”

“Yup.”

“Forget it. The best way to get him off my back is to ignore him. If you confront him, you’ll only rile him up.”

No, but he might rough him up.

Probably best not to mention that, though. Using violence as a method of problem solving wasn’t something he did often—not in his personal life, anyway. But Psycho McGee had already scared Jen out of her apartment, bombarded her email inbox with his nonsense, harassed her parents, and now he was causing trouble for her friends? The dude was long overdue for a wake-up call, and Cash had no problem giving it to him.

“Call him back,” he repeated, his tone brooking no argument.

Jen looked frazzled. “And say what?”

“Tell him you want to meet him when he gets off work.”

“What? No.”

He ignored her protest. “Say you want to sit down and hash all this out. Arrange to meet at the Gaslamp Tavern.”

“Cash—”

“Just do it, Jen.”

“This is insane,” she said, but she still reached for her phone.

“Be polite, tell him it’s time for the two of you to talk, but don’t lead him on,” Cash warned.

“Lead him on? It’ll be a challenge not to yell every swear word in the book at him.” She lifted the phone to her ear.

“Speaker,” he ordered.

Rolling her eyes, she pressed a button and lowered the phone.

Jen’s ex picked up on the first ring, sounding overjoyed. “Jen! Oh, baby, I’m so glad you called.”

Cash’s shoulders stiffened. Baby?

No fucking way, buddy. She is not your baby.

Her lips tightened. “Hello, Brendan.”

“You spoke to Tessa, didn’t you?” Brendan’s deep, slightly gravelly voice held a note of unmistakable guilt. “I know I scared her, and I regret that. I was just going out of my mind not knowing where you were. I get why you moved out and why you filed the restraining order. I know you were freaked out about the notes and the flowers, but I didn’t mean to frighten you. I wanted to make a grand romantic gesture, you know? Show you how much I still love you.”

Jen listened to the entire speech without comment. The angry glint didn’t leave her eyes, but her voice remained cordial as she said, “Well, I was freaked out. Forgive me if your grand romantic gestures were a tad overwhelming.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” he said again. “But you called back, so that means you’re not angry anymore, doesn’t it?”

“No, I’m still angry,” she answered coolly.

Cash sent her an unspoken warning with his eyes.

“But I do think we should meet,” she added in a forced voice.

“You do?” He sounded overjoyed.

“We need to sit down and talk about this, Brendan.”

“That’s a good idea. When do you want to do it?”

“As soon as possible. Maybe today when you’re done work?”

The muffled sound of typing filled the line. “My last appointment is at five. I’ll be finished by six. Should I come to you?”

“No.” Her tone came out sharp. “I’d rather we meet somewhere public.”

A pause. “I understand.”

“Meet me at the new bar on Market and 5th. The Gaslamp Tavern,” Jen said. She shot Cash a brief look, and from her pink cheeks, he knew she was remembering the night they’d met. “How about six thirty?”

“Six thirty is perfect.” Brendan sounded choked up. “Thank you. I know if you just give me a chance to explain, we can fix this.”

As promised, Jen didn’t lead him on. Not even an inch. “I’ll see you later, Brendan.” Then she disconnected and turned to Cash. “Happy?”

“No, not really,” he said darkly. “He’s clearly obsessed with you.”

“You’re the one who wants to meet him.” She dropped the phone on the table and took a step away.

“Wait.” He gulped. “About what I said before. I know I was harsh, but—”

“It’s fine,” she cut in. “Let’s not talk about it anymore.”

Cash reached out for her, but she sidestepped him and put a few more feet of distance between them. “I’m going to work on my laptop for a bit. I want to look through some more job ads.”

Guilt pricked his insides as she stalked toward the bedroom. Shit. He’d definitely hurt her with the accusation that she didn’t have the guts to follow her dream, but as usual, his brain-to-mouth filter had failed him.

Frustrated, he ran a hand over his scalp. Times like these, he wished he possessed Dylan’s charm or the ability to sweet-talk the birds out of the damn trees like Jackson. But no, apparently he was destined to wreck every relationship by being too damn blunt. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

This isn’t a relationship. It’s a fling with an end date, remember?

The reminder only sent his spirits plummeting even lower.

A few hours later, Cash trudged down the beach to meet the guys. His mood hadn’t improved as the day dragged on. He’d tried apologizing to Jen, but she’d brushed it off, saying it was no big deal. But clearly it was because she’d barely uttered ten words to him all afternoon. He’d almost blown off this workout to stay home and make things right with her, but slacking off wasn’t an option in his line of work.

As he approached his teammates, he pushed all thoughts of Jen from his mind. Seth and Jackson walked up to greet him, but Dylan hung back, averting his eyes.

Shit. So this was going to be awkward.

“’Sup, Wade,” he said tentatively, sticking out his hand.

After a beat, Dylan lifted his head. Rather than the discomfort or embarrassment Cash expected to see, Dylan’s green eyes displayed a twinkle of humor. “’Sup, McCoy.”

As they bumped knuckles, the tension in Cash’s body eased, replaced with a tremor of relief that last night’s activities hadn’t fucked up their friendship.

“How’s Jen?” Dylan asked with a faint grin.

“Pissed. Her psycho ex got ahold of her cell number.”

“Did she talk to him?”

“Yeah, but only because I forced her to.” He glanced at the other two. “I need to be out of here by six, so let’s get this show on the road.”

They stuck to the same routine as last time. But Cash was preoccupied about his impending meeting with Jen’s ex, which allowed all three of his buddies to kick his ass in the push-up competition Seth challenged everyone to after the swim.

It was quarter to six when they finished up. Carrying their sneakers, the foursome walked soaking wet to the parking lot, drawing several appreciative glances and a few come-hither smiles from a group of female tourists loitering near the Hotel Del.

While Seth and Jackson walked ahead, Dylan sidled up to Cash. “What’s going on? You’ve got the expression you wear when you’re in ass-kicking mode.”

He lowered his voice. “I’m paying a visit to Jen’s ex.”

Seth overheard and turned to stare at him. “What the hell you doing that for?”

“Because I’m tired of this asshole not getting the message. Someone needs to make it clear that Jen doesn’t belong to him.”

“And that someone has to be you?” Seth asked, perplexed.

They reached the cars. Cash popped the trunk of his Escape and grabbed a few towels and four water bottles. He tossed the others one of each, then dried up and chugged some water. Normally he drove back to his apartment in his wet trunks, but since he was heading straight to the bar, he’d have to change in the parking lot.

“Make sure nobody’s looking at my bare ass,” he called as he grabbed a pair of cargo pants from the duffel bag in his trunk.

He ducked behind the open driver’s door, quickly shucked the swim trunks, and yanked his pants on, commando. His black T-shirt went on next, and rather than sneakers, he grabbed a pair of clean socks, rolled them on his feet, and put on his boots.

When he turned around, he noticed the other guys rummaging through the duffels in the back of Seth’s Jeep. Trunks were stripped off, pants and shirts came on, and all three opted for shitkickers as well.

Cash frowned. “You all live around the corner. Why’re you getting dressed?”

“We’re coming with you,” Dylan answered.

“Duh,” Seth said in a dry voice.

“You think we’re going to let you confront the dude without backup?” Jackson piped up as he bent to lace his boots.

“I’m only going to talk to the guy.”

“Talking’s for pansies,” Seth replied. “If you want him to get the message, you’ve gotta rough him up a bit.”

“It might come to that. But you guys don’t need to get involved. It’s not your fight.”

“Like hell it isn’t,” Dylan shot back. “Your fights are our fights. Besides, I wouldn’t mind giving that asshole a warning of my own. Considering what happened last night, I’m feeling invested in Jen’s safety too.”

Seth’s head swiveled from Cash to Dylan. Then he started to laugh. “Son of a bitch. You tag-teamed the LT’s sister?”

“No,” they said in unison.

“Wow. Just…wow.” Seth doubled over, gripping his side as he laughed. When he finally settled down, he sent a mocking look in Cash’s direction. “You realize you went from begging us to help you not screw her, to screwing her, to screwing her with Dylan. What’s next? Can me and Texas join in next time?”

Jackson’s slow drawl joined the mix. “Yeah, can we? I still haven’t had the pleasure of meeting the mysterious Jen.”

Cash glared at Dylan, who seemed to regret opening this can of worms. “No one is joining in. But if you’re serious about coming along, I’d appreciate the backup. I haven’t met this guy, so I don’t know what to expect.”

“Where we going?” Seth tossed his wet trunks in the back of the Jeep.

“The Gaslamp Tavern.”

Seth headed for the driver’s door with his badass swagger, while Jackson walked around to the passenger side. “We’ll meet you there.”

After the Jeep sped out of the lot, Cash glowered at Dylan. “Did you have to drop that last night comment? I didn’t exactly want those two knowing about it.”

“Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Clearly. Way to blow it.”

“Actually, I blew you,” Dylan said glibly.

They looked at each other for several long beats.

Then they burst out laughing.

When the laughter died down, Cash gave his friend a somber look. “We cool? You’re not going to get all weird around me now, are you?”

“Nah, we’re cool.”

Relief fluttered through him. “Good.”

Dylan smirked. “You were actually worried, huh? What, you thought I’d morph into a teenage girl and never talk to you again?”

“The thought crossed my mind.”

“Aw, you love me, don’t ya? You would’ve missed your bestest friend ever.”

Cash gave him the finger. “Get in the car, jackass.”