Chapter 17
It was from the knock on the door till the cusp of the dinner hour that had Negan contained. He hadn’t had a free moment to speak of for a phone call. While he conducted his business in the back of his mind was how he needed to call Cash to thank him for the roses. The more time that had passed the more Negan knew that Cash was doubting himself. He knew what that looked like in Cash’s eyes and he could feel it. There hadn't been time to thank him and now it was well past the time to invite him to dinner much less to ask Minerva to prepare something impressive and romantic. It was nights like this when his business ran long that called for Chinese take out and he sure in hell wasn’t inviting Cash to his house for the first time to have him eat out of a box. Cash at first had felt the rushing excitement of sending Negan that arrangement of roses. He had felt real good about it as well as enjoyed the anticipation of receiving that phone call and hearing that deep scratchy voice...