If it's not broke don't fix it. That was Cash's motto in life, and his life was perfect. He was living the life of the lieutenant of The Last Riders, and had women at his beck and call. The only thing he saw himself settling down with in the future was a twelve pack; certainly not Rachel Porter, who was on his short no fuck list. Hell, she wasn't even his type-her tits were too small, and her mean mouth could shrivel a man's dick. How was he supposed...