“That isn’t possible,” I blurted out.
His expression was tight. “It’s possible. You look just like her.”
The air in my lungs whooshed out and I felt myself falling. Boxer was suddenly lifting me into his arms.
“What the fuck is going on out here?” came Colt’s angry voice.
I hadn’t even heard the shed door open, but then Colt was there. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see anyone, not wanting them to see me.
No one answered Colt.
“I’m not gonna ask the fucking question again. Why are you carrying my woman?”
“It was either catch her when she fainted,” Boxer drawled. “Or let her hit the ground.”
“Faint? She fainted? Why the fuck—”
“Brother,” Knight began.
I moaned. “I didn’t faint.”
“Here,” Boxer said, all but dumping me into Colt’s arms. “You need to go inside with her. Knight too. The rest of us are gonna stay out here and get wasted.”
“Why does Knight need to come inside?” Colt demanded.
“Ask her,” Boxer said and then strutted away.
Colt began to move, his strides long and sure. He was able to get the back screen door open with one hand and then he was walking to the living room. He set me down on the couch and then took a seat on the coffee table, facing me.
“You okay?” His callused hands reached out to touch my face.
My gaze darted to Knight who was standing over us.
My father was watching me with the man I shared a bed with.
I swallowed and nodded, batting Colt’s hands away.
“What is all this?” Colt demanded, looking at Knight.
“Your boy tackled me when he thought I put a move on Mia.”
“Move?” Colt’s voice was deadly.
“It’s not like that, Colt,” I said before Knight could defend himself. “I don’t know how to tell him—”
“Tell me what?”
“Knight says—he’s claiming—”
“I’m Mia’s father.”
Colt slowly stood up from the coffee table, his face dark with anger. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
Knight shook his head. “It’s the truth.”
“Why should I believe you?” I asked.
“Your eyes…they turn down at the corners. Just like hers.”