The moment she saw him, she knew something was off. Angie could tell just by looking at him.

Aw shit.

She watched him carefully as he sat down beside her in bed, turning both her body and her full attention on him. He had a talent for showing up when she was indecently dressed, but he had to expect it by now. "What's wrong?" She asked gently. Something about his demeanor told her to tread carefully. Angie had a lot of practice in knowing when and when not to push Cash. Fortunately, their friendship was on a level where there was rarely things he didn't want to tell her.