Page 260 of Broken Saint
“I just want a female perspective, and Ella isn’t ready to come back yet. But when she is, I want to surprise her with…well, more than what I have here now.”
“Okay,” Letty agrees. “So what are your thoughts so far?”
Leading her through to the master bedroom, I explain my ideas for knocking a wall out and creating a much bigger space that will allow us a huge en suite and dressing room.
Currently, there are loads of smaller rooms, which, I guess, we might need one day. But right now, we need a handful of bedrooms that work for us.
“And if we do that, I’m imagining the door being here, which is good because it’s directly across from this room,” I explain, stepping into what is currently the master bedroom with my mattress in the middle.
“Yeah, this is a nice sized guest room.” She stops in the middle and turns to face me. “Not sure your guest room needs to be opposite yours, though.” Her eyes twinkle, and her lips twitch. She knows. Or if she doesn’t know, then she suspects. What do they say about female intuition?
“Maybe I don’t want guests to stay in this one. Maybe it’s going to be our sex den.”
“Right. Sure it is. Are you thinking about painting it blue or pink?” she muses as she checks out the closet.
“N-neutral,” I stutter.
When she spins back around, she’s forgotten all about hiding her smile.
“Colt,” she warns. “If I’m going down the wrong path here, you really need to stop me before I get too excited.”
I smirk. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. So, the master bathroom is next door. I want a huge tub right in the middle in front of this window.”
“Colton Rogers, get your ass back here right this second,” Letty barks, demonstrating just how easily she’s able to get the upper hand with her husband.
“Scarlett—ooof.” All the air rushes from my lungs as her small body collides with mine. Her arms wrap around my shoulders, and she holds me tight.
“Congratulations,” she whispers. “You’re both going to be such incredible?—”
“It’s early, Let,” I say, grabbing her shoulders and pushing her back. “We haven’t told?—”
She lifts her hand to her lips and mimes zipping them shut and throwing away the key.
“Ella had no idea. But it was the biggest reason she passed out.”
“So she’s been eating okay?” Letty asks, concern for her best friend clear.
“Well, no. But it wasn’t as bad as it seemed, thankfully. She’s okay, though. She’s working through everything We both are.”
“You gotta stick it out now, Rogers. There isn’t time for messing around anymore,” she warns.
“I’m not going anywhere. Ella has always been the one for me.”
“Well, yeah. We all fucking knew that,” she says with a heavy eye roll.
“Looks like I’ve finally caught up, huh?”
“We knew you’d get there. The only question was if Ella would be willing to wait. Speaking of, have you met the ex yet?”
“No,” I grunt. “I fucking want to, though.”
“When you lay him out, make sure there aren’t any witnesses and that you have an alibi.”
“Letty,” I gasp.
“What? You can take the girl out of Harrow Creek, but you can’t take Harrow Creek out of the girl. I’m not the best one for advice, though. Kane is better at that. And if you need help hiding a body, I can give you Reid Harris’ number.”
“Jesus, Letty. I’m not gonna kill him.”