Page 104 of Broken Saint

“It’ll be just like old times,” I muse after Colt’s jogged around the front of his truck and helped me out, stopping me from flashing everyone who seems to have turned around to stare the second he emerged.

When it’s just the two of us, it’s easy to forget who he really is.

He’s one of the most famous, most recognizable men in Seattle right now.

And he’s helping me out of his truck and taking me dancing.

The entire thing makes my head spin. But I’m done second-guessing it.

If Colt didn’t want to be here with me, then he wouldn’t be.

It’s time I started trusting those around me and their actions instead of the bullshit Chad filled my head with.

I am good enough.

I am desirable enough.

I am wanted.

“That’s the idea,” he muses, tugging me into his side the second I’m on my feet and wrapping his arm around my waist.

“We’re drawing a crowd,” I mutter, noticing that those first few people have multiplied.

No one says anything, or even attempts to, but they’re there all the same, watching us.

With my head held high, I walk beside Colt and up to the two guys working security.

“Evening,” Colt greets, a soft smile playing on his lips and a relaxed posture letting me know that these guys aren’t strangers.

“Evenin’. How it’s going, Rogers?”

“Got a beautiful woman under my arm; what could be better than that?”

My cheeks turn to lava as they both turn their attention to me.

“Beautiful indeed,” one of them agrees.

Colt’s hold on me tightens possessively, and I can’t help but swoon at the move.

“Well, have a great night. We have a good crowd tonight.”

“Thanks,” Colt mutters, the single word much frostier than his first greeting as he glares at the one who called me beautiful.

“Are you jealous, Colton Rogers?” I taunt, returning the favor from earlier.

“I didn’t like the way he looked at you,” he replies, his fingers flexing on my hips.

“He was old enough to be my father.”

“So? He still has eyes.”

“Come on, caveman. I need a drink before you get me out on that dance floor.”

His body vibrates with his growl of approval.

“Sounds like the best idea you’ve had all night.”

I veer off to the left, but I don’t get very far because stairs, to what I assume is a VIP area, appear to our right.