Colt didn’t believe him for a second. The guy already looked plastered.
“Maybe you can just take the day off,” Noah said with a chuckle.
“Maybe. Or maybe I’ll just go camp in one of those cabins tonight with Milo, aka Sky Jerky.”
Colt frowned. “Sky Jerky?”
“He’s been leaving a lot of Big Sky Jerky wrappers lying around,” Randy said. “The old guy’s getting messy.”
“Have you seen him?” Colt asked.
“Nah, but Milo’s good at evading people so he’s not forced to leave before he’s ready.”
“He’ll get out of there once we start doing the cabins,” Waldo said, before laughing. “Or he won’t, and we’ll just gut and renovate the place around him.”
The guys continued to talk, but Colt’s mind went back to the same place it always went…Indie.
His hand twitched to pull out his phone and text her. He wanted to know what she was doing with Clara. To make sure she was okay.
It felt wrong to be anywhere in Amber Ridge andnotbe with her. They’d dated since high school. He barely knew how to exist in this town without her.
Fuck it.
He pulled his cell from his pocket and typed out a text.
Colt: Hey. Just checking that you’re okay.
He’d just hit send when Waldo whistled. “Well, well, who are those pretty ladies? Guess it reallyismy birthday.”
Colt turned his head—and his cock turned to stone.
Indie. She stepped into the bar with Clara by her side, wearing a floral wrap dress with a fringed hem. The dress emphasized her ample breasts, and the ankle boots with the heels drew his gaze to her shapely legs.
“Wonder if the girl in the flower dress is single. She’s not wearing a wedding ring.”
Colt’s body tensed at Waldo’s question. “She’snotsingle,” he growled.
“You know her?”
“She’s my wife.” He downed the rest of his beer before setting the bottle on a nearby table and moving across the bar.
Indie watchedthe wind move through the trees from the passenger seat of the car.
“Are you thinking about him?” Clara asked, breaking the silence.
Of course she was. She was always thinking about him, whether she wanted to or not. “Maybe. This morning, I tried to use the kitchen counter as a barrier between us.”
Because any time he touched her at all, she turned into a freaking mess. Her heart rate shot up. Her skin tingled. And she was about ready to fling off her clothes and drag him to bed.
Yeah, she really did feel that desperate.
“Why?” Clara asked gently. “You told me the kiss was good.”
“It was better than good.” A million miles ahead of good.
“Okay. And you’ve decided not to go through IVF without him. You’re not doing IVFat all. So that stress, plus the stress of him being in the military, isn’t there. It’s just—”
“His mother.” She turned to look at Clara. “You know she asked me to come over for dinner on Sunday night?”
