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“What? Why?”
“Because his new wife’s father was Lance Mann.”
“Seriously?”
“Deadly.”
“Fine, but without the cuffs, I hope,” she countered.
I grinned and my dick got hard. “They’re still attached to the headboard. I think they’re gonna stay right there.” I winked. “For later.”
She blushed and fuck if I didn’t love that.
12
MOLLY
Instead of takingme back to bed like I assumed–and hoped–Colt drove us into town to meet his brother, Trig, at the local diner for breakfast, leaving my car in his driveway. Since I only had the dirty scrubs from the day before, we went to my apartment first. On the ride to the diner, I asked about his family.
“You said you have eight siblings. Is Trig older or younger?”
Colt had one hand set casually on the steering wheel, the other resting on my left thigh. I could feel the heat of his palm through my pants.
“He’s the oldest. Besides Zeb being away at college,we all live in Devil’s Ditch. My house is on the family ranch, but it’s big enough where we all have places, like I mentioned.”
“It’s so different here,” I commented, watching the snow covered prairie go by. “My childhood home had a palm tree in the front yard. I didn’t see snow until I went away to college.”
“Oh? California?”
“Florida.”
“I got a new bike for Christmas one year and couldn’t ride it for five months,” he commented, smiling.
“I can imagine. The snow last week was insane.”
Colt parked beside a few other pickups in the restaurant’s lot.
“Is it just Trig?”
“Trig and his new wife, Ellie. Lance Mann was her father. My sister Lainey and brother Buck are the two who run the ranch along with my parents, so I doubt they’ll be here. The others have other jobs. Cam’s a vet, for example. Shep’s the one who towed your car to my place. Like I said, Zeb’s away at school.”
I looked down at myself, dressed in jeans and a gray turtleneck and pink puffy coat. It wasn’t what I would have worn if I’d known we were meeting a bunch of his family. “Um, this is pretty quick.”
He cut the engine and turned to me. “What is?”
“Us. Meeting family.”
“We’re close. Besides, I want them to meet my girl.”
My girl.
He’d said that before. Used the word forever. While I was falling hard and fast for a man I knew barely anything about besides his abilities in bed and that he liked good coffee, it was dangerous.
If it’d only been… hell, not even a day, then how invested would I feel in him after a week? A month? Liking his family, too?
“Colt,” I whispered.
“What is it, pretty girl?” His thumb slid back and forth across my thigh.
