He reached for a towel and quickly ran it across his head and then swaddled it around his body. He grabbed his toothbrush and slathered toothpaste across the bristles.
“What did you do with Richie’s corpse?” I asked.
Colt looked at me. “Do you really think I’m going to answer that?”
I sighed. “You’re not going to tell me.”
“Do you even really want to know?”
“I guess not.”
“As far as anyone is concerned, Richie is still missing. I’ll leave it at that. Okay?”
“Okay.” I blew out a breath of air. “Does it bother you when I ask questions?”
He rinsed out his mouth. “No. Does it bother you that I handle shit and might not always be able to tell you what goes down?”
“I thought it might. I don’t know. Maybe it will at some point in the future. But not now.”
“Speaking of future,” he began.
“We were speaking of the future?”
He shot me a look. “We are now.”
“Okay, I’m listening.” I followed him out of the bathroom, carting my toiletries and setting them down on the bed.
Colt flung off his towel and strode nude to his dresser. “Do you want kids?”
“What?” I asked, startled. “Kids?”
“Yeah. You know. Children.”
“Yes, I’m aware of what a child is, Colt,” I snipped.
“Do you want one? Or more than one?” He pulled on his boxers but kept his gaze trained on me.
“I don’t know if I want them,” I admitted.
He stared at me for a long moment and then asked, “Did you want kids before you got tied up with me and the Blue Angels?”
I swallowed but didn’t answer.
“If you want kids, we’ll have kids. If you don’t want them…then we can fuck on the kitchen floor whenever we want and not have to worry about scarring a kid for life.”
A bubble of laughter escaped my lips. “That’s your vision? We’re on the kitchen floor and our kid comes in?”
“Well,” he grinned wickedly, “the real vision is you on top of me whileI’mon the kitchen floor and you’re screaming my name. Never really factored a kid walking in on that, though knowing us, it would be bound to happen.”
The carefree way he described the situation made me smile.
“Tell you what,” I said. “Let’s get through all this crap with the Iron Horsemen and we can reevaluate the kid thing.”
“So you’re not saying no,” he said. “Just so we’re clear.”
“Not no,” I agreed. I cocked my head to the side. “But I think you want kids. Don’t you? You’re just trying to be accommodating?”
“You think I’m the accommodating sort? You clearly don’t know me well enough yet.”