Page 113 of Broken Saint
The sun has risen and is glinting off the buildings, and the sky is a beautiful blue. It’s nowhere near as hot as what I left behind in Texas, but something tells me that it’s a perfect Seattle fall day.
I stand there for the longest time before something buzzes in the room.
I scan the furniture for my purse.
I might not have taken it with me into the club last night, but I remember carrying it up here. I also remember dropping it.
Walking toward the front door, I find it half kicked under a cabinet.
With a laugh, I pull it out and flip it open.
I have a whole stream of messages waiting for me, but it’s the most recent one that makes me giddy with happiness.
Letty: Kane says Colt hasn’t stopped smiling since he turned up this morning. Good work, girl.
Clutching my cell to my chest like a lovesick fool, I climb onto one of Colt’s kitchen island stools and read through the rest of her messages from this morning.
I’m still laughing at her demand to know if I’ve died and gone to orgasm heaven when I hit call on her number.
“Oh my god, she is alive,” she announces happily.
“It was touch and go there for a while, but Colt?—”
“Gave you the kiss of life?”
“Something like that.” I laugh.
“Tell me everything, El. Literally every single detail.”
“I might regret this,” I mutter. “But are you busy today?”
“Never too busy to hear about the sex fest that was your night, Miss Myers.”
“I was wondering if you wanted to come hang out. Maybe bring your yoga mats.”
She barks a laugh down the line. “You need to do a little stretching, huh?”
“I need to do a lot of things right now. Most pressing is to shower.”
“Okay, listen. Give me an hour. I’ll get a sitter for Ky, grab us food, and we’ll stretch and talk it out.”
Guilt twists in my stomach. “Ky can come,” I argue.
“Trust me, he’ll have more fun where I’m planning on taking him. Just worry about washing the sex smell and cum off you, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
“You really have a way with words, Let.”
“See you soon.” She blows me a loud kiss before hanging up.
Lowering my cell, I look around, wondering what Colt would think about having Letty in his home.
Picking my cell back up, I find his contact and shoot him a message.
It delivers, but it doesn’t show as read. I’m hardly surprised, but it still makes me nervous.
After replying to Mom to give her an update, I ignore the messages fromhimand take my ass to the shower.
I spend longer than I planned standing under the rainfall shower head, letting the warm water soothe my sore muscles,so when I get out and hear a buzzer ringing, I panic.