Page 50 of Colton
Do I want her?
“Of course I fucking want her. She’s all I can think about.”
He nods, a smile creeping over his face. “So then….?”
“If I fuck it up, it’ll be bad, brother. I can’t lose her.”
“Don’t fuck up.” He says with a frown.
“What if she doesn’t want me? It could get awkward as fuck if she’s not interested.”
He rolls his eyes.“You have had women come onto you before. Are you seriously not seeing any signs that she might be interested?”
Signs. Did I see fucking signs? Everywhere. Every time she touches my fucking hand, I think she wants to marry me. But I don’t think that’s on her.
“No. There are no signs. She treats me like her fucking friend. Which is exactly what I planned.”
“Regret now?” He asks with a smirk.
“Yeah. I fucking regret it.”
“So, what do?”
“I don’t know, man. Do I tell her what I want? Do I just test out the waters? Do I just leave it the fuck alone? I mean, maybe she won’t even like this dude.”
“There will be other men. If this one doesn’t stick, you can bet another one will be waiting in the wings. Waiting is not a fucking strategy.”
“I’m not going to just fucking lay it all out there. That worked for you and Holly, but she was hurt and living with you. She didn’t have anywhere else to go. Evie won’t tolerate that shit. She’ll walk right out of our lives.”
Micah frowns, rubbing the back of his neck. I slap him on the back. “I appreciate it, brother, but now is not the time to make any changes. We’re in a good spot and I don’t plan on fucking that up.”
He doesn’t look convinced, but I head for the toys, not wanting to miss Mia picking a bike.
Or a little more time with Evie.
21
EVIE
“Fuck,” I mutter as my bag slips off my shoulder onto the floor. I’m so far into an emotional spiral that I nearly burst into tears as my scarf and wallet spill out.
Tonight was supposed to be amazing…at least that’s what I convinced myself of this morning. I built it up so much that anything less than perfect would have been a disappointment. And less than perfect, way less, is exactly what I got.
I scoop up all my stuff, then unlock the door, eager for this day to be over. A beer and ten minutes complaining to Holly sounds like a perfect end to this crappy evening.
A strangled scream escapes as the door swings open, revealing a bare-chested Colt. Why do these people keep scaring me?
“What the fuck! Jesus, you scared me. Where’s Holly?” I whisper yell, eyes darting from his chest to eyes, then back to his chest. I can’t not look.
Seriously, when a man works as hard as Colt on his body, it’s like a compliment to look, right? And he’s worked incredibly hard…so hard. The wall of golden muscle and intricate black tattoos make my mouth dry up and my fingers twitch, eager to touch.
He reaches out for the bag clutched in my arms, setting it down next to the door. His features are tense, brows pulled low over his eyes.
“Micah wanted a little quality time with her tonight. I took over for her after supper.” He hesitates, “Are you ok? I thought you’d be out later.”
I move further into the room, letting the door click shut behind me. “I’m ok,” I mutter, carefully sliding past him, careful not to touch his skin. “Where’s your shirt?”
The heat radiating off him is insane. I would never need a heated blanket again if I had him in my bed. Next to me. Touching me.
