“Yep,” Colt said in amusement. “I’ll have a Lily burger, medium rare, with everything on it!”
“And fries!” Cam added with a grin.
“You’re next,” Colt warned.
“Eat him first!” Lily offered.
Colt set Lily down on the ground and playfully tugged on her pigtails. “Nah. I think it’s too much trouble. Guess I’ll settle for three regular burgers then.”
I snorted in amusement. “Just three?”
“Gotta keep up my strength for tonight.” He winked.
“Why do you need strength for tonight?” Cam wondered.
“Way to go,” I muttered.
“I’m gonna be in a wrestling match,” Colt deadpanned.
“With costumes?” Lily asked in excitement.
“Yeah, we’ll wear suits.”
“Hey, guys, why don’t you run ahead to the hot dog truck and order. Colt and I will be there in a moment,” I suggested.
The kids took off in exuberance, and when I was sure they were out of earshot, I looked at Colt. “Suits?”
Colt slung his arm over my shoulder and pulled me into his chest. “Yeah, suits. Birthday suits.”
I let out a chuckle. “You think you’re hilarious.”
“I got you to laugh, didn’t I?”
“Yep. You also got me thinking about you naked.”
“Then I definitely did something right. I’ve been missing you this week.”
“You’ve been busy,” I said. “How are things with Sanchez?”
“Coming along. Knight and his boys are going to do us a solid and help Sanchez’s men move the product.”
“For a cut, right?” I asked.
“A cut of the game, yeah. They want in. Make it profitable for all of us if we can run shit up all the way to Idaho.”
I paused in thought and frowned.
Colt noticed my pensive expression. “What?”
I glanced around at the park bustling with smiling, laughing kids, their parents, young twenty somethings buying used furniture to outfit their boho chic apartments.
“I just—drugs destroy communities.” My gaze drew back to his. “Are we knowingly going to be part of something that will change the landscape of Waco? It’ll have repercussions and they won’t be good.”
Colt scratched his jaw, obviously weighing his words. “What about pharmaceutical companies? Doctors write scripts for opiates. Do you know how long it takes to get addicted to opiates? Ten days. You know the duration doctors are writing those scripts for? Ten days. Bankers swindling old ladies out of their pensions. The world is stuffed with people robbing each other blind.”
“Two wrongs don’t make a right,” I pointed out.
“That’s true. But why is it okay for others to fuck with humanity? Because it’stechnicallylegal? It’s bullshit. How many people die from alcohol related incidents versus pot?”