Page 46 of Chasing the Wild
Colt’s eyes are possessive, watching me from the same spot I left him, and I can see that he’s in the process of shoving his card back into his wallet. If he had a shotgun hidden over there, I wouldn’t be surprised.
Fucking hell, I’m single. It’s like I have to keep reminding myself that I’m not doing anything wrong. I’m allowed to dance with someone, and there’s nothing preventing me from saying yes to this guy.
But his hands don’t feel right on my body.
His scent is pleasant, but it doesn’t cause a mad fluttering in my chest like I get whenever I’m encased in the rich scent of rain and leather belonging to the man currently committing murder with his eyes.
The song peaks and winds to a close and the vodka hums sweetly beneath my skin. I’m pretty sure I hear the guy with his hands around my waist ask if I’d like to go grab a drink with him at the bar, but I don’t even get a chance to put words together.
Colt grabs me by the hip, and looks like he’s about to smack the other man in the mouth. As he hauls me out of the guy's reach, his expression is furious.
“That’s enough. We’re fucking leaving.”
Propelling me through the crowd, his bark is at my back, and I have to fight the urge to laugh out loud at the irony.
The attitude of Colton Wilder is something else. Manhandling me, like I’m some kind of disobedient dog.
My fists clench, and I’m too busy calculating the odds of me being able to successfully connect my fist with his jaw to notice anything else as we leave the bar.
Chapter 14
I’m tipsy, exhausted, and pissed off. Better yet, there’s a man-sized bullmastiff beside me who looks set to snap the steering wheel in two.
While my fists are balled in my lap, I’ve run through a mental checklist of every scathing insult I can imagine hurling at the man occupying the driver’s seat.
The silence between us is as gritty as the rough road beneath our tires for the entire trip back up Devil’s Peak.
Colt slams us to a halt when we arrive in the yard, leaving the headlights on so that we can unload the perishable supplies. I’m really fucking hoping he doesn’t intend on forcing me to get all the hardware and other crap out of the back of the truck while it’s cold and dark.
But I wouldn’t put it past him, in his current mood.
Colton Wilder: alpha asshole. He’s acting like I’m the problem here, as if I’m running around inviting attention left, right, and center. When all I want is for one single shred of it from him.
Although, I'm so angry with him for embarrassing me like that, I’ll gladly go another week without seeing him. Hell, he can spend the next six weeks out of my sight for all that I care.
“Kayce.” He bellows as he carries a box of groceries through the back door.
Oh, fuck.
Between the long day, and the shots, I had totally forgotten that Kayce was coming back up the mountain today.
Well, that’s going to make it extremely fucking easy to steer clear of Colt. Even though I don’t want to have to spend time with my douchebag ex, he’ll be a good buffer between us for my remaining weeks here.
As I reach in and drag out the final box containing the fresh produce we picked up today, I glance around the empty yard. It’s only Colt’s truck that I can see parked out here, and I furrow my brow trying to put my finger on what looks out of place with this scene.
If Kayce was back, he’d have a vehicle here… wouldn’t he?
I make my way inside and I can hear Colt crashing around inside his tiny office. The box he carried in has been dumped on the island in the kitchen, so I roll my eyes and start putting things away in the fridge and pantry. He obviously expects me to do this part, I guess since I’m the one who insisted on doing the majority of cooking for us these days anyway.
He can go back out in the cold and unload whatever else he thinks needs taken care of tonight.
I’m done.
Ready for this day to be over and to crawl into my big, lonely bed.
Colt is still in his office, and I glance at the stack of supplies, waiting to be put away in the kitchen.
Whatever. He wants to hide out there tonight? I’ll get this job done and be gone to bed any minute.
