Page 76 of No Apologies
“Again?” She dropped to her feet and smiled when he didn’t push her any further away.
“Always.” He planted another soft kiss against her lips before pulling back, “What are you doing down here so early anyway? When I left you in bed you said something about alarm clock’s being the devil’s work and passed smooth ass out again. You were snoring before I got my shoes on.”
“I do not snore!”
“Do too. And I found it adorable. Further proof I’m crazy about you.”
She blushed at the admission, “Keep up that sweet talk Bomar and I’ll be the one dragging you into my shop to take care of that erection I caused.”
“As much as I enjoy seeing you on your knees, I’m not into having an audience.” Colt glanced around and then stepped back to a respectable distance, “Did you come to help?”
“God no. I’m not getting my hands dirty. That’s why I have all you big strapping men.” She winked and turned back to her car, “But I did bring you breakfast.”
“You did?” He grinned as he moved around her.
“Donuts. I picked them out myself and everything.”
“That’s sounds about right.” Colt chuckled and then his smile dimmed just a little, “Uh, Sky, not to be the bearer of bad news or anything but you’re not the only one that thought to bring us food this morning.”
“What?”
“She brought food too.” He nodded towards the sidewalk with his chin and she followed his gaze.
Her eyes widened in shock and horror. There, standing amongst the crowds of big, intimidating Bomars and the glass replacement specialists, was none other than Rachel Grant. The girl that was too scared to be alone in the salon with Colt most days was standing so close to Remy it was difficult to tell if he’d leaned down or if she’d leaned in. The two of them were talking, their gazes locked on each other, and both seemed completely oblivious to the world around them.
“Son of a…” Skylar cursed under her breath. “I thought you said you talked to him?”
“I did.” Colt scratched his head. “He said not to make a big deal out of it, that the girl looked like she could use a friend.”
“I don’t think she needs the kind of friend that looks at her like she’s little red riding hood and he’s the big bad wolf ready to huff and puff and blow her house down.”
Colt laughed, “Those are two different stories, angel.”
“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes, “Go. Do something with your brother. I’m getting Rach out of here.”
“You going to give her the birds and the bees speech?”
She smacked his arm when he teased, “Maybe.”
“Well try not to be too hard on her. I hear we Bomars are irresistible.” He winked and sidestepped when she started to smack him again. “See you tonight?”
Skylar nodded.
“Your place or mine?”
“Mine. Jemma and Cash will be home late and they’re claiming your place. We need to talk about that too.”
“Sure, we can have another naked conversation if you want. Anytime, angel. Anytime.”
She rolled her eyes as he blew her a kiss and then turned and strolled away. He called out that there were donuts for anyone that hadn’t been eye-fucking his girl and she covered a smile as half the men turned to glance at her. Lincoln smirked before following Colt inside. Remy stayed firmly planted where he was, talking to Rachel, and Skylar thought about walking over and smacking him upside the head.
Instead she took a deep breath and planted a smile on her face, “Hey! Rach! What do you say we girls get out of here and let the men work, huh?”
She had plans to meet Billie for brunch over at the bar and though she’d never seen Rachel take so much as a sip of alcohol, she thought now was as good a time as any to change that. If she was going to crush on a Bomar boy, the girl might as well get acquainted with the good stuff. She was going to need it.
Colt grinned when his phone buzzed across the counter again. It had been going off steadily all night. No, it had been going off steadily all day and night and each and every time he picked it up he was greeted with either a sexy private snapchat, a teasing text message or a voicemail intended to make his blood boil. So instead of picking it up to see what racy thing Skylar had sent him this time, he ignored the phone for the time being.
All he had to do was finish this last coat of paint and then he could climb off his ladder and see what his girl was up to. He had no doubt as soon as he did he would be in a rush to get home. And just thinking about that, about Skylar being his and home being wherever she was, made that painful ache in his chest both better and worse all at the same time.
