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“Then that’s what we’ll get,” I say as I drive us to the place I have in mind.

7

Lyla

True to Colt’s words, he took me out for dinner, not allowing me to pay. It stung my pride, but I went with the flow. After we ate, we went to look at a Camaro, to me all I saw was a bucket of rust, but Colt looked like he saw a dream in front of him. Not to mention, he made a killer deal for the year it was made.

On our way back to his shop, Colt’s right hand was on my inner thigh the whole time. Every now and then he’d slide it to the hem of my shorts. I really wanted to feel the tips of his fingers on me, he had me turned on every time he’d glide in an upward pattern.

It was well after dark when we pulled back into town. I found myself not wanting to say goodbye to Colt. This was moving so fast, in an area I have never experienced before too.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Lyla,” Colt’s voice was thick with desire when he helped me out of his truck and led me to my car.

“Bright and early,” I responded, then his lips were on mine. I didn’t think twice about allowing him entrance or not. I gave him everything I had in that kiss, pouring every ounce of depth and emotion to show him how much he was starting to mean to me.

“Damn, babe. I’m not sure I’m ready for you to leave me right now,” Colt murmurs as we stop kissing.

“Me either.” My mouth finds his again. When we do break apart, it seems like hours later.

“See you tomorrow, Lyla,” his voice is raspy.

“Goodnight,” I tell him, and I see his figure standing in the back lot as I leave. Only when I can’t see him anymore do I let out the biggest scream I think I’ve ever had.

I can’t wait to tell the girls everything. Turning the volume up, I jam out to the radio and head for home. I’m usually not this girl, getting excited over a man, but here I am soaking in every moment of it.

It doesn’t take me long. Once I’m home and inside, I text the girls.

Me: Colt took me out to dinner and to look at a Camaro.

Pres: That’s not all he did, Lincoln said he was driving to the bar and saw some “bow chica, bow wow.”

Callie: Girls night, STAT!

Me: Will Saturday evening work?

Pres: I’m good, you good Callie?

Callie: I’m in. Mom said she’ll watch Bella. I’m off to tuck the princess in, love you!

Me: Tell my girl I love her and can’t wait to see her!

Pres: Tell her I love her more.

I throw my phone down on my bed and do a happy dance, it’s ridiculous looking, but here in my own home without watchful eyes, it makes me happy.

8

Colt

Coming home isn’t what it used to be like anymore. I would crave the solitude after working at the shop, dealing with customers and vendors. It’s been two days since I’ve been around her, two long extremely tough days. Work called me out of the office. Sure, we texted back and forth a bit, but nothing compared to what it would be like to have her back in my arms. A place where she belongs.

I pick up my phone, palming it in my hand, wanting to hear her voice on the other end of the line, knowing it’s late.

Fuck it, what’s the worst that could happen, her not answer? It rings once, and then I hear her voice on the other end of the line, “Hey Colt.”

“Hey, babe. You asleep?” I ask her.

“No, just laying down now.” Her voice, it’s soft and sweet, making me want to be right beside her, even if it was only holding her close to me.

“How was work? Sorry I wasn’t around, that Camaro we went and looked at is becoming a nightmare to deal with. The family didn’t have the title, then the tow truck got stuck. By the time everything was said and done, I knew you had already left,” I grunt.

“It was good, I’m actually ahead. Which is a shocker, I didn’t think I’d ever get caught up. That really sucks, I can’t wait to see the plans you have for it. I missed you today,” she says, and then there’s a sharp intake of breath almost as if she didn’t want to let me in on her feelings.

“Fuck, Lyla. I missed you too, babe,” I get up from my bed, not liking being away from her, sliding my jeans on up over my hips, getting ready as fast as I can.

“What are you doing?” She asks.

“Hold on, I’m putting a shirt on,” I put the phone on speaker to finish getting redressed.


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