Page 113 of Take My Kiss
And probably carries a few guns like women wear accessories.
“As your what?Boyfriend?” His brows skyrocket to his hairline. “’Cause I don’t want y’all gettin’ handsy.”
“My bodyguard?” I suggest hesitantly.
Samuel snorts with a laugh. “Possessive man, huh?”
Colton’s jaw tenses. “We’ll see what he suggests when I fill him in on the details. He might have another idea.”
“As long as I get to meet him one way or another,” Samuel taunts. “For research purposes.”
I giggle as Colton’s face turns red.
“Do I get to meet Troy?”
“Of course! He’s so excited to meet you, but he’s gonna be furious at me for comin’ out here at night, but hopefully once I tell him how great it went, he won’t stay mad for long.”
Colton refills our tea as we talk for another hour, catching up on his life on the West Coast before he moved back to the South. We move to the living room, where Remy’s fast asleep in his bed, and I tell him how I’d visit his gravesite every week, making sure he always had fresh flowers.
It’s emotional, and we both cry, but I couldn’t be happier seeing him after all these years after thinking he was gone.
“I should get back before Troy wakes up and realizes I’m gone.” He smiles, wiping tears off his cheeks.
“Yeah, we don’t need a second stalker comin’ in the middle of the night,” Colton taunts.
“But if I had to have a stalker, I’m glad it was you.” I smile, wrapping my arms around him.
“I promise to never stalk you again.”
“Oh, I need your number before you go,” I say around a yawn. It’s after midnight and past my bedtime.
Once I’ve put it in my contacts, I realize I never asked him something. “What’s your name?”
“Andrew.” He smirks. “Donovan. I took Troy’s last name when we got married.”
“Andrew?” I balk. “You do not look like an Andrew.”
He stands taller, sliding a hand down his pressed button-up. “No? I think I fit the bill for being an Andrew who works in accountin’ and has two rescue cats.”
I chuckle. “I guess, but I’m not callin’ you that.”
“I’d be surprised if you did.”
We hug for a few more moments, I tell him I love him, and to be safe. He tells me the same.
While Colton drives him down to his car, I check on the kids and Remy, then slide into bed. Exhaustion hits me hard, but my mind is still reeling that my brother has been alive all these years. It’s a huge mindfuck that’ll take me a while to accept.
“You awake, darlin’?” The bed dips, and Colton’s arm snakes underneath me, pulling my body to his chest.
“Mm-hmm.” I bury my head in his neck, clinging to him. “I never got to thank you for a perfect night outandin the bedroom.”
He chuckles, holding me tighter. “It was my pleasure. All five times.”
Laughing, I playfully smack his arm. “What can I say? Cowboy hats are my kryptonite.”
“Mine too—as long as the hat you’re wearin’ is mine.”
“There’s that possessiveness comin’ out again,” I tease, but I lowkey enjoy it.
