enough to entertain him. The man doesn’t seem to get bothered by anything. It’s annoying as fuck, but
also the reason he’s excellent at what he does. He can get anything from anyone when he puts his mind
to it.
“Because our sister-in-law asked, and you don’t want to get on her bad side.”
“Right. There is that.” I admit. Becca’s not scary the same way Evie is, but she’s a hell of a lot
meaner. She’ll twist a nip in a heartbeat if she’s pissed at you. So far, I’ve managed to avoid that
particular torture. Colton has not been so lucky. “But why did Colt bow out? Doesn’t he normally do
this?”
“I don’t know, man. He said something about Mia being under the weather. I think he was planning
to call a chopper to take her to the hospital.”
I spin on him, gripping his shoulder, my heart thumping in my chest. The thought of anything
hurting that little girl…. “Jesus, then why are we here, and not at the hospital?”
Nick shakes with silent laughter. “Relax, I texted Evie. She said Mia sneezed a few times. It’s
probably just a cold. She was going to try and talk him off the ledge.”
The muscles in my neck relax, and I drop my chin to my chest. “Yeah, that tracks.” Colt is a bit of
an overprotective bull when it comes to Mia and Evie. It would be just like him to lose his shit at the
first sign of a sniffle.
Suddenly, the door opens behind me, and immediately my shoulders tense up. I shouldn’t be here.
This is not a good idea. But I’m stuck. My nipples are depending on me.
“Welcome ladies!” Becca says, sounding not at all like her typical ball-buster self. I turn and
watch the women file in. There are a variety of shapes, sizes and ages. All dressed in comfortable
workout clothing. A few are eyeing Nick and I like they’d like to make a meal of us. A few others
steal quick looks, seemingly uncomfortable, before looking away. A few are dancing on their toes,
smiling and laughing.
Our women come in last. Holly, her rounded belly leading the way, is first, followed by Bree and
Cara. Maya, looking unsure, and absolutely delicious, trails in after them. She’s in tighter leggings,
tighter than I’ve ever seen on her, and I’m desperate for her to turn around so I can get a look at her
ass. I’m sure the material is hugging it in just the right way. Nick’s chuckle breaks my concentration.
“What?”
“Look at Maya’s shirt!”
