Page 61 of Cold Foot King
“Thank you.”
King dropped his gaze to the white tiles of the floor, and focused on a crack in one so the dragon wouldn’t see the emotion on his face. He cleared his throat. “If you ever talk to her again, tell her she’s welcome.”
“I can transfer Rook to solitary—”
“I don’t want him like that,” King said somberly. “I want it public. Like he did to Katrina. I want him to always remember the faces of the crowd as they don’t help him.”
“And if they try to help him?” Damon asked.
King lifted his head slowly and leveled the blue dragon with a look. “Then I’ll take them all.”
Chapter Twelve
Montana sure was pretty.
Katrina had made a cup of coffee. By herself. In her new home. With her very own one-cup coffeemaker. With creamer that she’d bought for herself. She opened the door of her cabin, made her way to her front porch, and stood against the railing, looking out to one hell of a view of the Bitterroot Mountains.
She would never forget the moment she laid eyes on this place. It was one week ago to the day, and she’d ridden in a rental van with her new Crew, Wreck and Timber included. She would never forget the moment they had all piled out of the van. Raynah had clutched her hand so hard, and she had tear-rimmed eyes as she looked at the six A-frame cabins situated in a wide half-circle. There was a sprawling stone firepit in the middle, which Wreck had later explained was a tradition in Damon’s Mountains Crews. It was a gathering place for them, right in the middle.
This wasn’t the trailer park she’d expected. Instead of the single-wides she’d seen in Fastlander territory, this felt more like one of those vacation resorts she’d seen in the magazines.
Each of the A-frame cabins had the same floor-plan, and each had dark-stained big front porches, and the only way to tell the homes apart was that the very fronts of them were painted different colors. Wreck and Timber lived in the dark brown one on the end. Kade lived right next to them in the cabin with burgundy paint on the front. Katrina’s was the next one, painted navy, with dark trim around the windows. The roofs were made of green tin, and the backs of the cabins were traditional-looking logs, but instead of being made of wood, they were made of some type of new material Timber had explained was fireproof, because Wreck was a fire hazard.
Cash lived on the other side of her in the forest-green-front cabin, and he was already out sitting on his front porch, drinking a steaming cup of coffee too. Next was Raynah in the charcoal-gray-front cabin, and Reed was at the end in the light-tan-front cabin.
“Feels weird, huh?” Cash called from his porch.
She already knew what he meant without asking. “Sure does. I wonder if we will ever get used to this?”
He shook his head and took a sip of coffee. “Probably not. This is the nicest home I’ve ever had. Did you get the job?”
She grinned and took a sip, then answered, “Maybe.”
“That’s a yes.”
“It’s not a big deal.”
“Yeah it is.”
“It’s just a bartending job.”
“Will it cover your monthly rent?” he asked.
“Yeah. It should. If I’m friendly enough.”
“Uh-oh,” he joked.
“Shut up. I can be friendly.”
“Like a cactus.”
She snorted. “I’ll get better with practice.”
“Has he messaged you back yet?”
The question caught her off guard. “Fuck off, Cash.” She turned to go inside and escape the annoying asshole.
“I’m asking seriously.”