Page 55 of No Apologies
This wasn’t supposed to be their first conversation after last night. He’d slept with her and left before sunrise. He’d made love to her and then walked away. They’d had their one night together and now… well now she didn’t know what he expected them to do or say to each other but she had a feeling whatever it was, it wasn’t this.
“Are you at the salon?” She finally asked when he remained quiet.
It was a stupid question. Of course he was at the salon. He’d called her from the salon number.
“Uh, yeah. I showed up for work a little while ago and saw the damage. It looks like somebody threw bricks through my window, got a little zealous and decided to include yours while they were at it. Remy and I are helping to clean up but you should get down here and take a look. I’ll get you the number for my insurance company too so you can give them your information.”
Her mind whirled as he spoke. Insurance information. Their first conversation post life-altering sex was about insurance information? She very nearly laughed at the absurdity of it. If this was the universe’s way of telling her that they were both grown adults that could handle this maturely, then bravo.
“Sky, did you hear me?”
She forced her attention back to the phone and nodded even though he couldn’t see her, “Yeah, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“I’ll cover whatever was damaged.”
She hesitated, “Um… why would you do that?”
“Because they were aiming for me. Trust me. This is my problem. Not yours.”
“Since both of our shops are damaged, I’d say it’s both of us that have the problem.”
“Sky…”
“Don’t do anything until I get there.” She hung up before he could argue any more.
This was not how she’d thought her morning was going to go. Not at all. She hadn’t even been sure she would see Colt today, let alone talk to him. But broken windows be damned, they were not reverting to him trying to protect her from shit that she didn’t need protection from.
She was an adult. She was a grown woman. She could deal with the damage at the shop and she could deal with Colt Bomar. She would deal with him. She just had to get dressed, get down there, and judge his mood so she could figure out her next move.
She should know soon enough if he needed a good hard shove in the right direction or some time and space to work it out for himself. Who knows, she might even have to thank the little punks that busted their windows out. Despite the horrible news that she would have to shut down the salon for the day, she walked out the door with a smile on her face.
