Page 33 of Right Number, Wrong Man
“On Sunday, let’s call a truce for one night,” he says and smirks.
He actually, really smirks.Full-on.
Butterflies rise in my belly.
This isn’t good. Colt isn’t simplyhandsomewhen he smiles. That grin should be registered as a weapon because my heart stumbles like he shot right through it.
“I’ll pick you up at five. We’ll drive to my folks and I’ll take you home after dinner. Monday you can go back to hatin’ my guts and drivin’ me crazy with your bratty mouth. Deal?” he asks, tilting his head like a puppy.
But not sweetly like a Golden Retriever puppy. More like a Doberman. They do say a Golden Retriever wags his tail for anyone, but aDoberman?—
Shut up brain!
I manage to nod. “Okay…”
He lets go, but I can still feel his touch branded into my skin like an invisible mark.
“My folks will be happy to see you,” Colt says casually as if he didn’t just cast a spell on me with that grin. He picks up the mop and gestures to the hallway. “I’ll finish cleaning duty. You go on home. It’s late.”
Colt is doing me a favor? Now I’m thinking he isn’t drunk, but rather sick.
Very, very sick.
Did I do serious damage with the mop? I heard stories where people develop super strength in a stressful situation and lift a car or something. In my defense, I did think I was being attacked by a serial killer.
Oh God, did I give him a brain bleed?
“Do you need a doctor?” I blurt out.
His head jerks. “Come again?”
“Uh, nothing.” I suck on my cheeks, staring at him.
On second thought, he’s probably fine. Too fine.
Colt holds my gaze like an unblinking lunatic, as if he expects me to say something more. Anxiety whips through me. Ishouldsay something. Change the topic.
“What were you doing in the projector room with your belt unbuckled and what was that loud crash?” I ask, finally remembering why I came out here in the first place.
A flash of something crosses his face. If it was any other person, I’d think that expression is panic, but I’m pretty sure he’s incapable of that emotion.
He pats his pocket. “I was gettin’ ready to shower when I realized my wallet was gone. Reckoned I lost it at work cause that’s the only place I’ve been today—and what do ya know? It was in the projector room. Must’ve dropped it while I organized the film rolls this afternoon. And then when I picked it up, I knocked over a wobbly shelf with allkinds of random shit on it. That’s what you heard.” His lips press into a line. “I should get to cleaning and fixing that mess or I’ll still be here tomorrow.”
Colt turns and disappears through the door to the screening room while I gawp after him.
This whole interaction was like a wacky dream and I sigh as I drag myself to the employee break room to grab my bag. If only itwasa dream. Would it be classified as a nightmare? I haven’t settled on that yet, but I agreed to drive with Colt to his parentsandto let him teach me how to shoot.
I’m in for a world of pain.
13
COLT
I spenda sleepless night watching my collection of Hailey’s videos and jerking off like a deviant until my dick is sore. After a cold shower in the morning, I decide to send her another text.
Not from me, of course. From her mysterious admirer.
Since we stopped texting last night, I’ve been dying to talk to her, but I didn’t want to come across as pushy. Still, I can’t leave things as they are. She never sent that video of her orgasm like I ordered.
