Page 259 of Broken Saint

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Page 259 of Broken Saint

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Prove it.”

66

COLTON

“What are we doing?” Letty asks as I unlock the front door of my house.

“I need your help.”

“Yeah, you said that already.”

She’s standing in the middle of the living room, spinning slowly on the spot, taking it all in.

“I know it’s not much at the moment, but?—”

“It’s going to be incredible, Colt. And that view!” she says, rushing to the window and gazing out at miles and miles of nothing.

Honestly, it’s what sold this place for me. I wanted peace and tranquility, and this has it in spades.

I love my apartment, but there are reminders of the city everywhere. Here, everything slows down.

“Yeah,” I agree, stepping up beside her. “Do you think she’ll approve?” I ask nervously.

“Ella wouldn’t care if your home was a shitty trailer. She isn’t interested in your house, your money, your fame. She wants you, Colt.”

Rubbing the back of my neck, I continue to stare at the horizon.

“I know, I just…” I trail off. I’m not very good at all this talk about feelings.

“You want everything to be perfect for her. And it will be. Anything you do for her will be more than enough.”

Ducking away, I look around the room, trying to see it from Letty’s perspective.

The place is a mess. I had so many plans, but none of them came off. I guess I never really had a reason to put the effort in. It was too easy to live in my apartment and get sucked up into life as a Saint.

But now…now I have a reason to finally make this place my home.

Our home.

Tingles erupt in my belly before spreading down my limbs.

We’re going to bring up a family here.

Suddenly, I see the place in a whole new light.

“So, what help did you need exactly?” Letty asks, as she wanders through the rest of the house.

“I want to get it finished. For Ella.”

“Right.”

“I’ve got builders scheduled, and I have ideas, but I have no idea if they’re good ideas or…”

Letty stops in front of me, her large, dark eyes staring up at me.

She wants to chastise me for questioning myself, but I don’t give her the chance.




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