Page 208 of Unchained

He chuckles. “Like they both aren’t?”

“Hey! I can hear you!” Harper cuts in.

“I’m allowed to be obsessed with my wife,” Colt replies.

The atmosphere shifts around us as the gravel churns under the wheels of a BMW. Tate and Ace are drinking beers by the fence, and Ace nearly drops his bottle.

“Colten, who is that?”

“I thought this was a fucking joke,” he mutters.

“Is that?” Harper sounds shell-shocked.

I glance at Lola; she grits her teeth, and Hunter rubs her back.

The door opens, and a pair of pink cowgirl boots emerge. The rest of the woman follows. She’s got long blonde hair that travels down her back.

“What is this, a stripper? Is someone else playing pranks?” I ask.

And then I gasp. “Colten Sterling. Was she a stripper at your bachelor party?”

He frowns, looks back at her, then to me. “I don’t think so?”

She ignores every single one of us as she passes the table and heads over to Jett. He smiles as he greets her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

I wince in response. Even I know this is a fucking awful move for him.

“I can kill her if you want?” I say out loud.

Lola’s eyes catch mine, and for a split second, I think she’s about to ask me to go ahead with that plan.

Jett links his fingers through the woman’s and brings her over to the table. Everyone remains silent. She’s more unwelcome than I was.

“This is Lacey,” he introduces her.

She runs her nails along his tattooed forearm; she’s already glaring at me. Bold move. There are knives on the table.

“We know who she is,” Ace adds. “And we told you, she ain’t welcome on Sterling land.”

Interesting. I’ll need Colt to fill me in on all these juicy details.

“I’m Gianna,” I say, trying to ease the tension. Although, secretly, this is thrilling. Talk about awkward.

“Yes, Jett told me all about you.” Her high-pitched voice goes right through my brain.

I arch an eyebrow. “Then you’d know never to glare at me like that again.”

Her mouth snaps shut.

I point to the chair opposite me. “Sit, Lacey. Tell me all about yourself, seeing as you know about me.”

I don’t leave room for discussion. She sits, obedient like a dog. “Not much to tell, Gianna. I’ve recently moved back to New Falls after my husband passed away.”

“He was eighty-seven,” Colten half-coughs.

Ah. A gold digger.

I clock all the jewelry, the expensive car, the skin that glows. And I grin.