“We both know that Warwick has a lot of grief stored up, not just for Renée, but all that horrible family stuff. He needs patience. But I don’t think the same of Colt.”
Grinning, Ofelia nods in agreement. “He hides nothing in his expression, including—especially—his regard for you.”
I chuckle. “It’s true. He’d be a terrible spy.”
“But an amazing lover, I’m sure,”
“Yes, of course.”
“Would he appreciate it if you showed up unannounced, just as a friend? A supporter?”
“I…I’m not one hundred percent sure, but I think maybe yes.”
“Then, let's eat a quick lunch with our son, and you should make your way over to him.”
“Make your way over to who?” Sebastián asks, joining us. His mother and I stand and both hug him at once, which he always finds embarrassing, but I know he secretly likes it.
“I'm a little worried about Colt. Destry’s had a bad day, and he's going to visit her.”
Sebastián grimaces. “Did you know she's seeing Warwick's brother?”
“Are you kidding me?”Fuck, this just keeps getting messier.
“And I think Warwick knows but hasn’t told Colt yet.” He shakes his head.
My dearfriend, Ofelia, snorts, choking off her laughter.
Sebastián narrows his eyes and looks between the two of us. “Do I want to know why that’s funny?”
Ofelia snorts again. “No, my son. You do not.”
He glances over at me, and I busy myself with the list of daily specials. “I’ll take your word on that.”
Ofelia winks at me across the table. “Probably for the best. Now, let’s order so your father can get on the road.”
15
COLT
Ipull up to the facility, not sure what I'm going to get today. Destry’s treatment has been going well in general, but she's had a couple of very bleak days. I'm not sure what's going on. It feels like I'm missing something, but I'm also not going to push her.
I sign in with the front desk, waiting for them to send Destry’s doctor to come walk me back. Right as I sit down, a familiar face walks in the door.
It's Warwick's brother, and I’m kinda shocked to see him here. Though maybe I shouldn’t be—I know he’s in recovery.
Is he checking himself in?
“Colt, hey, man.” He looks anxious, and I feel bad because I can’t remember his name. “Wasn't expecting you here today.”
“Yeah, I come every Sunday,” I respond with a smile, wondering how awkward it would be to admit to a swiss cheese memory after years of bull riding.
“Oh, okay. Do you see Destry when you’re here? I haven’t talked to her in a couple of days. Is she okay?”
Oh, shit.I am so goddamn slow sometimes. “You’re Ellis, aren’t you?”
He swallows, not meeting my eyes.
“You’re her boyfriend, right?”
