Page 111 of Broken Saint
“You’re with Colton Rogers, Bombshell. You can do whatever you fucking like.”
“Jesus. I forgot just how big that ego of yours was, Hotshot.”
With my drink in my hand, we make our way down the stairs and to the exit.
There’s only one guy working security now, and while he glances at me, I don’t get the vibes I did from the other one.
Colt nods at him as we approach.
“Having a good night, Joe?” he asks.
“Not too bad, Boss. You?”
He holds me tighter and his eyes briefly meet mine.
“Couldn’t be better. Enjoy the rest of it, yeah? I know I’m going to.”
We’re on the move again before my fuzzy brain catches up with me.
Colt helps me up into his truck, stealing a quick kiss before closing me in and moving around to his side.
I’ve managed to get my thoughts together by the time he climbs in with me.
“Boss?” I blurt. Okay, so maybe “together” wasn’t the right description.
He shrugs one shoulder before starting the engine and pulling away from the sidewalk.
“You own that place?” I ask.
He glances over, his eyes glittering with amusement and a soft smile playing on his lips.
“I’m not just a pretty face and good with a ball, you know,” he teases.
“I know that, Colt.”
“Football isn’t going to be a forever career. One day, I’ll wake up old and it’ll be done.”
“Not necessarily. Look at your dad,” I argue. He’s had a fantastic career coaching since his playing days came to an end.
He shrugs again.
“Maybe. Maybe not. I just…I dunno, wanted to be a grown-up for once, or something.”
Reaching over, I squeeze his thigh.
“I’m so proud of you, Colt.”
He shakes his head, refusing to accept my words.
“What? You’re amazing. You’re living your dream right now playing for the Saints, but you’re also thinking about the future. You should be so proud of yourself.”
“No one knows about Paradise,” he confesses.
I try to hide my smile at discovering another part of this incredible man, but I fail miserably.
“Your secret is safe with me.”
Twisting our fingers together, Colt lifts our joined hands and kisses my knuckles.