“I—”
He turns to the oven, fiddles with the knobs. “Now, talk to me.”
“I—” Then I shake my head. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
His mouth tips up. “What do you think?”
I think that if my brother is stubborn, Colt takes it to the next level.
“Food first,” I grumble. “Then I’ll complain to you about my boss.”
Ten
Colt
“And then my tire blew and I almost hit those trees and…” She shrugs. “You know the rest of it.”
My stomach twists again.
Fuck, it could have easily gone so wrong.
The shit I pulled.
All just to get a little more time with her.
She could have?—
I clench my teeth together. No more fucking tires.
Ever.
Kylie sets her spoon down with a clink and takes my hand. “Stop it,” she orders. “I already have one man in my life who worries about me too much.”
“What man?” I ask sharply.
Too sharply.
But she doesn’t cower or pull back.
Instead, she rolls her eyes and picks up her spoon again. “My brother,” she says dryly before scooping up a bite of the white chicken chili. “And he’s had more practice at being a pain in the ass, so cool it.”
“Are you sure?”
“That I want you to cool it?” Her brows flick up and the sass in the blue depths (the evidence that she’s getting comfortable with me) sends a thrill through me. “Yes.”
“No, baby. Are you sure that he’s had more practice being a pain-in-the-ass older brother?” I ask instead of kissing that tart rejoinder off that gorgeous mouth of hers.
“I—” She stops, head tilting to the side. “I guess I don’t know that.” Her head slants the other direction, her ponytail swinging behind her. “Do you have siblings?”
I nod. “A younger brother. Blake.”
“How much younger?”
“Six years.”
Her mouth kicks up. “I stand corrected. You do have plenty of time at being a pain in the ass.”
I laugh. “Is this where I should mention my opinion on younger siblings and their pain-in-the-assness?”
