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“Maybe you’ll find someone at your new job at The Roadside,” Lainey said to Katie.
Katie frowned. I didn’t know what The Roadside was, but it appeared that Katie didn’t seem to think it was a good spot to pick up men.
I stayed quiet because while Colt was possessive as hell, he had never once mentioned marriage. And Missy was still out there. Why would he want to marry someone he couldn’t be sure was actually his bride?
22
COLT
The best placefor the latest town gossip was the Sip N’ Serv. That meant the best ally to spread a rumor was Mabel. After Molly left–fuck, even her fake tears ripped at my heart–I stormed across the street to the diner and got the plan to take down Missy Simon started. I knew with the next rush of hungry customers, she’d be telling everyone how Molly broke up with me.
Then I went home. Got Trig to meet me. Since his new wife was with my girl at Ma’s, I knew he was free and would want to stay close by. If needed, we could grab the snowmobiles and be over the hill in minutes.I’d pulled beers from the fridge, opened up the take out I’d brought home and we settled on the couch to watch an early season baseball game and for me to update him on what the fuck was going on.
There was no way in hell I was gonna be alone while someone as crazy as Missy came to my house. Not that I needed a chaperone not to touch her, but someone to remind me not to kill her.
I also needed a witness.
It took less than three hours for my doorbell to ring. News travelled fast but I figured it was more that Missy was desperate… and vindictive.
“Colt!” It was Molly’s voice that was shouted through the front door followed by pounding. “Please, Colt!”
I looked to Trig, who nodded.
He remained on the couch with the game while I went to the door.
I had to admit, seeing someone who looked and sounded just like my Molly was startling. Same hair. Same height. Same features. Same everything.
Hell, they even had the same pink coat.
No way in hell was I sticking my hand down this woman’s pants to see if she had a heart shaped pussy patch.
But then I eyed her like a sheriff and not a man.One look at Molly Simon from across the Cheyenne arena and I’d been hooked. My dick should stir for this woman, too, right?
But no.
I couldn’t say exactly what the differences were, but the two women weren’t exact. Her mouth was downturned. Her eyes were more cunning. The way she held her shoulders was stiffer. Her skin suffered from the drug use.
This wasn’t Molly.
“What are you doing here?” It wasn’t hard to sound angry. If we’d broken up, then I wouldn’t want her on my doorstep.
She stepped toward me. Set her hand on my chest. “I’m sorry. I came here to apologize.”
I wanted to slam the door in her face, but I stepped back and let her in, closing out the cold air.
“For what?” I asked. “You broke up with me, remember?”
She followed and put her hand back on my chest. Then it began to wander and a smile grew on her face. Not a sweet one, but a sly one.
“For thinking even for a second I could be without you,” she explained.
I faked a smile. “Yeah?”
That got her gaze gleaming. She was thinkinghook, line, and–
“Let me make it up to you.” Her hand dropped down over my stomach and to my belt buckle as shesankto her knees.
Right there in my fucking entryway.
