Page 70 of Wicked Fantasies

“Actually, Kylie, that’s not what’s worrying me. Get up. We really need to have this talk…with Heath.”

Colt watched a flurry of emotions cross her face and was overwhelmed by the desire to lay her back down on the bed and kiss her until the world and his worries disappeared.

Instead, he got up, dressed and headed for the kitchen without another word. He wasn’t surprised to find her right behind him. Their tough little darlin’ never shied away from the hard conversations. She’d stood up to both of them more times than he could count when she felt like they were making stupid mistakes.

Regardless of what she thought this conversation would entail—and he suspected she didn’t have a clue about the true purpose of it—she wasn’t running and hiding.

Heath was standing at the stove flipping grilled ham and cheese sandwiches and she passed Colt in the doorway.

“Ooh, my favorite. This is going to be a serious talk, isn’t it?” Although she was joking, he could read the concern in her eyes.

Heath narrowed his eyes at him.

He answered the unspoken question. “I didn’t say anything.”

“That’s right,” Kylie interrupted. “He woke me up from a sound sleep and demanded this discussion. I tried to assure him it wasn’t necessary.”

“What’s not necessary, Sunshine?” Heath seemed confused by her nonchalance and Colt knew his friend wouldn’t like her easy dismissal of the end of their deal anymore than he had.

Of course, in all fairness, she didn’t seem to realize their feelings had changed. The damned woman was so closed-mouthed about her own emotions he had no clue what she felt.

“I’m not going to get all weepy and start making a bunch of demands. Our deal was for one weekend. Now the weekend’s over and we can go back to business as usual. You guys should know me well enough to know I’d never renege on a deal.”

“I don’t think that’s our concern.” Heath took the sandwiches off the burner and put them onto plates. “Grab one and let’s sit down.”

As soon as they were all settled at the table, she leaned back and placed her arms across her chest impatiently. The movement hiked her breasts up. Colt had to swallow hard against the erection she inspired without effort.

“About the deal,” Colt began. He looked at Heath wondering how in the hell two men were supposed to propose marriage to one headstrong woman at the same time.

“What about it?” she asked. “What the hell is wrong with you guys? You’re starting to worry me here. You never freeze up like this. If you have something to say, spit it out so we can all eat. I’m starving.”

Colt grinned at her annoyance and realized regardless of the outcome of this conversation, he didn’t intend to give up—ever.

Glancing at Heath, he saw the same emotions reflected in his face. Kylie was their girl and if they had to spend a lifetime convincing her of that fact, then so be it.

“Fine, the deal’s off.” Colt answered calmly, picking up his sandwich and taking a bite.

“I know that, Baretta. Geez. Is that all you wanted to say?”

“Yep,” He continued digging into his sandwich and sensed Heath giving him the evil eye.

“I don’t think you understand what Colt’s saying, Sunshine.”

She looked at Heath waiting for him to explain.

“When he says the deal is off, he means the time-limit part.”

“Time’s up. I know.”

“Dammit, Colt, would you stop stuffing your face and hop in here?”

He grinned at Heath’s discomfort. “Way I see it, Heath, Kylie’s right. There’s nothing to discuss. We’ve been roommates for years and I don’t see that ending in the foreseeable future.”

Colt turned to face her. “We love you, darlin’, and we plan to extend this weekend of fantasies to a lifetime engagement. No, scratch that engagement bit, a lifetime marriage.”

“Marriage?” Kylie’s face was so cute in her confusion he couldn’t resist the urge to lean across the table and kiss her wrinkled-up nose.

“Marriage. You, me and Heath. Forever and ever, amen.”

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