Page 28 of Broken Saint
“You do realize that you and Kane make the world’s cutest babies, right?” I ask as Letty hits the highway, heading for home.
“I’m totally biased, but yes, I agree.”
“He was on fire tonight,” Peyton muses.
“They all were. It’s like they knew they had an extra supporter or something,” Letty says, her eyes finding mine briefly in the rearview mirror.
I let out a pained sigh. “Don’t even pretend like you didn’t tell Kane I was here,” I tease. “Neither he nor Luca were shocked to find me standing with you.”
“It might have slipped out.”
“Didn’t look like they shared the intel though, did it? Not sure I’ve ever seen Colt that blindsided,” Peyton points out.
She’s not wrong. Colt has always been a roll-with-the-punches kinda guy. He had his end goal in mind, and nothingever fazed him. The house could have been burning down around him and he’d have just walked out calmly after grabbing his most prized possessions as if everything was cool.
It’s why his reaction to seeing me was so unnerving.
He genuinely looked like someone had just run up and kicked him in the balls.
“Me neither. It was like someone tugged the grass right out from under his feet.”
“Oh, the power little Miss Myers holds over that hunk of a man.”
“Stop,” I plead. “Whatever was between the two of us was years ago. And as I’m sure you remember, it was never serious because?—”
“Because he was a fucking idiot who couldn’t see what was right in front of him?” Peyton offers.
“No. Because the only long-term relationship he’s interested in is one with an inanimate object that just happens to be covered in pig skin and white stitching.”
“A lot can change, El,” Letty points out.
Don’t I fucking know it.
“Oh yeah, because every post and article about Colton Rogers really points out how he’s changed when he’s got a different girl on his arm in every photo. Pretty sure I read recently that he’s Seattle’s number one bachelor and that any girl who manages to tie him down must be some kind of glittery unicorn, or some horse shit along those lines.”
They both laugh, sharing knowing glances with each other.
“What?”
“Is there any article about him that you haven’t read?” Letty teases.
“I’m not like…a stalker or anything,” I defend with a huff, folding my arms over my chest. “I keep tabs on all of you. On the guys’ success and stats.”
“And the girls they might be dating?” Peyton twists around to look at me with her brow lifted. “Are Brax and West currently whoring it up, or are they dating properly?”
My lips open and close as I try and summon up an answer.
“Fine,” I concede. “I don’t know.”
“El, give it up. We know you still care about him. We know that if he were to ask you to jump, you’d immediately ask how high. It’s just how it is with the two of you.”
“Yeah, to my detriment,” I mutter bitterly.
“Sometimes these things take a while to work themselves out,” Peyton says with a little too much hope in her tone. “Look at me and Luc. We could have got our shit sorted years before we figured everything out.”
“Colt and I, we’re…we’re not the same.”
“No. You’re not. You’re following your own path and figuring your own shit out in your own time.”