Page 149 of Colt

“No I’m not,” Kennedy argued. “There’s no mouth bluer than his.” She nodded toward the SAA.

“I’ll have a glass of wine,” Cara offered. “Cash had a drink last night so it’s my turn. I’ve expressed enough milk to last Wilder a few days.”

“Knew you wouldn’t let me down,” Kennedy told her. “What about you, Freya?”

She went to nod her agreement when her mouth clamped closed. “What’s that?” she asked pointing toward Breaker’s woman.

Kennedy glanced behind her. “What?”

“On your finger,” Freya said loudly. “Is that a ring?”

Breaker leaned down and kissed the top of Kennedy’s head. “Took you all long enough to notice. I asked Kitten to marry me this morning and she said yes.”

Kennedy held up her left hand and wiggled her finger. “It’s a blue diamond. Kit said it matched my eyes.”

“More like ya fuckin’ teeth,” Atlas muttered.

“Fuck off, Coca Cola boy,” Ned retorted. “Go swing a dick.”

Sunny’s voice filled the air. “Five dollars please, Assless.”

“And you, Mommy,” Kady added.

“See what you’ve done now,” Kennedy said good-naturedly. “Now I’m gonna torture you all day so you end up spending your five grand on my kids.”

“Bring it on, bitch.” He chuckled.

“That’s another five dollars please, Assless,” Sunny called over.

The SAA grumbled under his breath.

“What was that, Atlas?” Kennedy asked, tucking her hair behind her ear, and angling herself toward him. “I’m sure I heard you cuss twice there.” She deadpanned at the SAA.

I chuckled.

“Ten dollars please, Assless,” Sunny yelled.

“I didn’t fuckin do anything,” he blustered.

“That’s another five,” Kady requested.

Cash barked a laugh.

Bowie shook his head, grinning.

“Wait!” Freya interrupted, holding her hand up. “I want to know all about the proposal. How did it happen?”

Kennedy leaned forward to address her. “He woke me up this morning with a cup of coffee and it was already on my finger. He told me we’re getting married and not to take too long planning it. He doesn’t want to wait.”

Freya smiled broadly. “That’s so romantic.”

Atlas rolled his eyes. “Breaker’s a soft cunt. Always has been.”

Sunny shrieked. “Assless! The ‘c’ words is ten dollars.”

“Since fuckin’ when?” he argued.

Sunny stomped over, jammed a hand to her hip and popped it like the little diva she was. “That’s a bad, bad word. My mommy said so. If you keeps sayin’s that word I’ll make you pay ten dollars. How would you like if we saids ‘oohh look at Atlas’s bigs penis’?”

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