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He makes a dubious sound. “What, uh, are you up to right now?”

Apparently, still talking to you.

I keep the thought to myself, not wanting to scare the man off.

“Just getting ready to play around a bit. With my forge,” I explain.

There’s a brief pause. “The sculptures?”

“Mm.”

“What, uh… Why do you do those? Do you sell them?”

“No,” I answer. “They’re just…for me, I guess.”

Another pause. “They’re really good. What I’ve seen of them, at least.”

There’s that pressure in my chest again. “Thanks, Colt.”

He makes a noise like he’s allergic to the T-word. I snort a laugh.

“What are you doing today?” I ask in return.

Was it really just this morning that Colton was hightailing it out of here like there was a firecracker in his ass and I was holding the lighter?

“You’re gonna laugh,” he mutters.

Well, that piques my interest. “I won’t,” I promise.

He lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. “I’m doing makeup tutorials with my niece. At present, I have one cat-eye, one that’s called natural, even though there’s a pound of makeup on there, and she did something called contouring that took near an hour and made me look literally no different.”

I choke back my laugh.

“You’re laughing,” he whines.

“I’m not,” I say quickly, charmed beyond words.Fuck. “Is she waiting on you now?”

“I’m taking a break to wash it all off. And then she’ll start again,” he says, trying to sound put-out and failing.

“Would you send me a picture?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“Not a fucking chance in hell, King. And breathe a word of this to anyone, and I’ll… I don’t know. Kick you in the balls, maybe.”

“Wouldn’t want that,” I mutter around a smile.

He heaves a breath. “I should go.”

“Yeah,” I agree, the forge waiting behind me. “Hey… How’s your ass?”

He pauses. “Pretty sure you already saw for yourself.”

I smirk, even as I shake my head. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Oh,” he says, and I can practically see the blush spreading across his face. “Good. Fine. Shut up.”

I huff a laugh, and Colton groans.

“See you soon, Colt,” I say gently.