Page 50 of Colt

“Wait,” I said, throwing the driver’s door open and jumping out. After jogging around the hood, I opened her door and held her hand to help her out of the SUV.

“Thanks,” she said, beaming up at me. “But there’s no need. I won’t be a jiffy.”

I barked a laugh. “It’s cute you think I’ll let you go in there and deal with those horny assholes. And what the fuck’s a jiffy?”

She smiled. “The English doctor at the hospital says it all the time. I think it’s cool, don’t you?”

I slung my arm around her shoulder and guided her toward a sign over a door labeled ‘reception’. “Yeah, it’s cool as fuck if you’re an English doctor, but imagine Atlas coming out with it?”

She slid an arm around my back, still smiling up at me. “Point taken.”

I was still chuckling when we walked through the door and into a big square room with a huge reception desk along the entire back wall and chairs down one side. It looked pretty clean for an auto shop.

The guy sitting at the desk looked up from his computer. “How can I help?” His eyes went to Freya, and he did a double take.

My arm around Freya tightened. Standing to my full height, I squared my shoulders and barked, “Christian around?”

The guy looked between us and nodded before scurrying out a side door behind the desk that led to the workshop.

“You okay?” Freya whispered, looking up at me with her eyebrows drawn.

“Hmm.” I tamped down the burn and smiled down at her. “Didn’t like the way he looked at you, is all.”

Frey’s lips twitched. “I never realized you were so jealous.”

My mouth tightened. “I’m not—usually. You bring it out in me, Princess.”

She twisted toward me and walked into my chest. “No need to be jealous, Colt. Now I’ve got you I don’t want any other guys.”

My heart bounced at her words. I tipped my girl’s chin up with my finger and gave her a soft peck on the lips. “It’s not you, Frey. It’s the other assholes I don’t trust. Don’t you see how men look at you?”

Her eyes widened, and she blinked owlishly. “No.”

I couldn’t help smiling ruefully.

Freya didn’t have a fucking clue how beautiful she was. I loved the fact she wasn’t vain or up her own asshole, but I also wished she was more aware sometimes.

I heard the door leading to the workshop open and close before somebody cleared their throat. Turning, I saw Christian leaning both elbows on the desk, studying Freya closely. “Hey,” he greeted her without sparing me a glance.

My eyes narrowed.

“Hey, Christian,” she said brightly. I’ve come to check on the car. How’s she doing?”

His lips parted in a huge smile. “You’ve got excellent timing. She’s my next job. Hope to have her done by the end of the day. She’ll be all ready for you in the morning.” His eyes swept down her and up again. “How about I drop her off to you and bring coffee and breakfast? We all know how much you love your Starbucks.”

I let out a low growl.

“That’s a great idea,” my princess replied breezily. “But bring enough for Colt; he’ll be at my place too.”

I nearly busted out laughing.

Christian’s smile faltered, and his eyes finally slid toward me. “Is he your boyfriend?”

I smirked. “Hardly a boy, Chris. I’m all fuckin’ man. Ask Freya.”

A squeak left her throat.

The other man’s eyes narrowed at her. “When I asked you out, you said you weren’t looking for a relationship. Said you wanted to concentrate on med school.”

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