“Probably because it is?” Blake quips.
I laugh—because I’d been thinking the same thing. Grinning at Colt’s brother, I say,
“Oh, I think we’re going to get along great.”
Eighteen
Colt
Laughter drifts down the hall and into the room, sliding over my skin like the softest silk.
Making me go hard…something that doesn’t feel great since I’m wearing a cup.
But I ignore it as I get to my feet, breezing by Lake, ignoring the storm cloud that’s Storm (kid’s going to earn that as his permanent nickname if he doesn’t get his shit together), and slipping out into the hallway.
She’s there.
My palms itch to touch. My dick twitches and I wince, adjusting it before I move down the hall to her.
She’s talking to Damon, who breaks off and lifts a brow at me. “Colt?” he asks when I don’t go away.
“I can wait.”
His eyes slant toward Kylie. “Go on. I’ll catch up to you?—”
“Oh, not for you,” I say.
His brows fly up.
“I can wait until Kylie’s done.”
Now they nearly reach his hairline. “You can wait?” A beat. “Until Kylie’s done?” His tone has murder laced into it, no doubt about that.
“Damon,” she begins, setting a hand on her brother’s arm. “Don’t.”
A flickering muscle in his jaw, raging blue eyes—so much like his sister’s—locked onto mine. “Don’t what?”
“You know what,” she says quietly. Pointedly. “I’ll catch up with you in a bit. Damon.”
He finally looks at her and the moment stretches in long, taut silence.
Then he sighs and strides off, anger in each and every line of his body.
Fuck.
Well, that’s going to be a problem.
“What are you doing?” she hisses, moving over to me, her hand landing on my chest. The contact sears into me, reminding me of last night, of the touches and kisses I’d snuck over dinner, of her body close to mine when I walked her to her car and kissed her goodnight.
“Did you think I was going to hide us? Hide what we’re building?”
She pokes at my pec. “No, but we’ve had dinner a couple of times, Colt. We’ve kissed and spent some nights together on the side of the road?—”
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” she snaps. “Tell the truth? First, you tell my kids that you’re my boyfriend—something I should have confronted you about last night, but you distracted me with all your…wonderfulness.”
Her scowl is fucking adorable.
