Page 23 of Reckless Hearts

I rest my arm on the top of the doorframe, looming over him, but first, I’ll try the easy way.

“I know you’re lugging your gear around. I’ll pay your season transit fees.”

Transit fees are the cost of having the company pack up your gear for you instead of hauling them around yourself. Normally, rookies wouldn’t get this kind of opportunity. By the way he’s smiling, I hit the nail on the head.

“You serious?”

I nod. “Now, get the fuck out.”

Surprised but happy, he says, “It’s all yours.”

The railing cuts into my hips as I cross my arms, waiting. Colt’s still coming at me with questions, and now Callie’s even getting into it, but they’ll just have to wait and see. I figured this shit out, and they’re going to accept it.

The guy’s stuff is half falling out of his bag as he drags it from the room, handing over his key card and taking a confused Colt’s.

It’s less than five strides from me to the adjoining room doors. I unlock it with a click. The one from the other side’s still closed, and I hand my key to Callie.

“What are you waiting for? Let me in.”

There’s a glimmer in her eyes as her fingers brush mine, taking the card. “You’re a smart one, Kane.”

My brow arches. “You’re just realizing this now?”

“Why the hell are you calling this asshole smart?” Colt jumps in. It’s like he’s compelled by muscle memory more than anything.

Her head tips back, and she shakes it with a laugh as she makes her way into the room. “Boys.”

Within seconds, the door swings open, and Callie’s staring at us, hand on her hip.

“There. Problem solved.” I gesture between the rooms.

“You’ll sleep in there, Colt will take the pullout, and I’ll take the bed in here.”

“Hell no. Do you have any idea how fucking sore I was the last time?”

Callie laughs. “I knew it!”

“You offering to sleep with me again, Sunshine?” His grin’s salacious. A glimpse into his thoughts.

That’s not fucking happening.

“If you’re going to be a pussy, I’ll take the sofa.”

Colt scoffs. “What, so you can say that’s the reason you had a shitty ride? Screw that. We’re both men. We’ll share the bed. Just stay on your fucking side.”

Never in a million years did I think I’d hear those words out of Colt’s mouth.

I’ll dig your grave? Yes. Sleep next to you? Not a chance.

From the look on his face, he’s going through his own personal crisis.

The only one with an ounce of sense left, I say, “Not a good idea.”

“Who’s the pussy now?” he presses, never one to back down, his blue eyes piercing into mine, daring me to push back.

Never could resist him. He has a way of gnawing at me until I’m as immature as he is.

I square up, shoulders back, ready to take him on, when Callie’s laugh breaks through the room.

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