“I don’t know. Messing with your momma over your candy bars might really get me in trouble.” He frowned as though thinking the matter over. “I might not want to chance that, Cassie.” The little girl obviously liked her candy bars. But she was also enjoying the game of learning how great an ally Dash would be.
He watched as she pulled at one of her curls thoughtfully. Her head tilted and he swore he could see her quick little mind working in those wide blue eyes.
“I could tell you how to get her unmad at you,” she finally confided sweetly. “I know the secret. Momma can’t resist.”
Now this might be interesting. Dash glanced over her. “You tell first. Then we’ll talk candy bars.”
Cassie rolled her eyes. “This information is worth a lot of candy bars, Dash.” She shook her head at him as though he disappointed her. She was obviously expecting so much more from him. Dash wanted to laugh. He was surprised to realize how easily it was building in his chest. She was a tough little thing, for sure. He would have expected her to be huddled in fear, flinching at each sudden sound. Instead, she appeared to have completely forgotten about the day before.
“Hm,” he finally grunted, as though he might be reluctant to bargain. “What amount are we talking here?”
He hadn’t had much experience with kids, but Cassie made it real easy to find common ground with her.
“Well.” She scrunched her face up as she glanced back at the bathroom door before turning back to him with an innocent smile. “At least three chocolate bars. I really like chocolate, you know.”
Dash wiped his hand over his face, fighting his amusement. Damn. She was good. Her momma would kill him over three candy bars.
“Three, huh?” He sighed as though it could be a possibility. “How mad will your momma get over these three chocolate bars?”
She straightened the sleeve of her shirt. Ran her hand over the soft material again and then looked up at him with those angel’s eyes as though she had nothing more on her mind then making his life easier.
“Well, it would be controllable if you knew the secret to make her unmad.” She shrugged her pitifully thin shoulders negligently. “So, do we have a bargain here?”
Oh, she was good.
“I don’t know.” He cocked his head sideways. “I don’t have any chocolate bars right now.”
She pressed her lips together as she placed two small fingers at the bridge of her nose and shook her head as though she had lost all hope for him. Finally, she sighed as though more than put out. Her eyes were twinkling, though, the shadows of fear easing.
“I’ll take you on your word then,” she sighed. “But you really should stock up on chocolate bars. It’s more precious than gold when dealing with kids, ya know.”
He nodded solemnly. “I’ll keep that in mind. So what’s the secret?”
“Kisses.” She leaned back as though she had just pulled off the coup of the century. And to beat all, she was laughing at him.
“Kisses?” he asked her carefully.
She nodded confidently. “Lots of kisses, Dash. And Momma’s already upset. You better pucker up.”
She was giggling. She clapped her hand over her mouth, though, when her momma walked quickly from the bathroom, dragging a wide-toothed comb quickly through her unruly locks.
“You forgot hair bands for me, Mr. Prepared-For-Everything,” she muttered in irritation as she swept the waist length curls behind her shoulder and lifted her head. Her eyes narrowed instantly. Her hands went to her slender hips, emphasized by the snug fit of denim and the black blouse tucked into the waistband.
“What are you two up to?”
Cassie’s eyes rounded instantly as she jumped from the bed and flew to her momma’s arms. Elizabeth caught her easily, a smile crossing her lips, even if it was highly suspicious. She accepted the little girl’s exuberant kiss to her cheek, though, and returned it warmly.
“Don’t we have pretty clothes, Momma?” She leaned back to allow her mother to admire the dark gray velour outfit. “Dash has good taste, huh?”
The little girl was almost as tall as her mother. Dash watched them covertly as he rose to his feet, lifting the bag from the bed as he flexed his shoulder muscles, checking the fit of the leather bands that held the knife sheath between his shoulder blades.
“Yes. Dash has good taste.” She allowed her daughter to slide to the floor, laying her arm across her shoulders. “Get your coat on now, Cassie. It looks like Dash is ready to leave.” Her voice cooled measurably. “Maybe you better hurry and use the bathroom first, though. We might have a lengthy drive ahead of us.”
Cassie bounced away while her mother looked after her. When the door closed, Elizabeth turned back to Dash.
“No chocolate bars,” she said as she sat down at the edge of the bed to lace the boots Dash had provided for her. “It makes her too hyper and she won’t eat her meals. Right now, vitamins are more important.”
He knew there was no way she had heard their conversation. She lifted her head after finishing, glancing at his questioning expression.