“Let’s go get that Gatorade,” he says.
“Yep.” My answer comes too fast, and I follow him inside as if we hadn’t just been caught making out behind the senior center.
Hours later, I’m in bed, reading, when my phone lights up on the nightstand. Curious who would text after nine, I reach for it.
Unknown: Hi, Cupcake. Want to wish you the best dreams. Or at least a good night’s sleep.
Me: How did you get my number?
Colt: Swiped it off Brooke’s phone.
Me: Clever.
Colt: Yep. Thought so.
A smile tugs at my lips.
Colt: Impressive skills with the nail gun today, Cupcake.
Me: Thank you. I know my way around some tools.
Colt: I’ll just bet you do.
I can practically hear the grin in his voice.
Colt: So, you’re not interested in Gentry at all?
Me: You have to ask after that kiss behind the nursing home? Gentry’s a good friend, but I’d never go after someone my best friend’s interested in. Those two need to figure their stuff out.
I hesitate before sending my next text, staring at the screen for longer than I should. Because the truth is, they aren’t the only ones who need to figure things out.
Me: I think Brooke’s just now realizing how important he is to her. I just hope it’s not too late.
Colt: Cupcake. Men are simple.
The words linger long after the screen goes dark. It doesn’t seem like Colt Sawyer is simple at all.
Chapter 10
Colt
Me: What are you doing?
Hallie. Just got home from work.
Me: You get the cake ready for the wedding?
Hallie: Yes. Being delivered tomorrow.
Me: Feel like some company?
Hallie: What do you have in mind?
Me: Maisie isn’t feeling so good, so I set up camp in the barn with her just to keep an eye out. Twin births are tricky, so I want to make sure the vet doesn’t need to come out tonight.
Hallie: You want me to sit in the barn with you?
Me: Yep.
