She said one thing, but the way she’d focused on his lips said something else altogether.
“You’re a terrible liar.” He leaned closer.
One of her dark brows arched high. “If I’m such a bad liar, then why does Gordan Crawford keep sending me flowers?”
“Hewhat?” Coulter’s hand dropped as he took a step back. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I haven’t seen or spoken to you in two weeks.”
“You could have called.”
“To tell you another man sent me flowers?”
“Crawford’s not just another man, Alexandria. He’s?—”
“I know exactly who and what he is, which is why I’ve been ignoring his calls.”
His chest grew tight. “The bastard’s been calling, too?”
“He was.” Alex crossed her arms at her chest. “He hasn’t called for a few days, so I figured he finally got the hint.”
“Guys like Crawford don’t take a hint,” Coulter growled.
They took what they wanted, and from what he’d just heard, the son of a bitch wanted Alex.
I’ll never let that happen.
“It’s okay, Colt,” Alex assured him. “I’ve got it handled. Besides, weren’t you supposed to have already locked him up by now?”
“I’m working on it, trust me.”
Another couple of days was all he needed. After that, the prick would no longer be a problem. But until then?—
“He contacts you again, I need to know about it immediately.”
“Is that an official order, or are you asking as my friend?”
The question took him aback as his legs carried him forward. “Is that what we are now?” Another slow step. “Friends?”
Before she could respond, the glass door slid open, and Avery stepped inside. “Did you get lost? The guys are about to gnaw off their own hands waiting for the buns.”
He and Alex moved away from each other at the very same time.
“I found them.” She grabbed the bag of hamburger buns and smiled. “Sorry. Colt and I were just?—”
“Talking,” he finished for her.
Avery’s suspicious gaze slid from him, to her sister, and back to him. “You two, good?”
“We’re fine.” Alex walked past him without so much as a sideways glance. “Like he said, we were just talking. I should get these to the table before the team turns into a bunch of cannibals.”
“Thanks, sis.”
“Yep.”
Coulter watched Alex hurriedly make her way through the door and across the paved patio.
“Colt?”
