Loving Colt(3)

By: C.A. Harms


So much for that.

My sister, Harper, is twenty five—just three years younger than me.

My brother Jett is the cocky bachelor—he who makes women drool, or so he says. I won’t deny that he’s attractive, because he is. He just needs to lose the cocky arrogance of the ultimate twenty-nine year old man who rules his world. When it comes to me and my sister, though, he is a complete sweetheart.

Jett adores us both and would do anything for either of us. That was one of the major reasons I kept Seth and his aggressive behavior to myself.

The last thing I wanted was for Jett to get into trouble over me and my drama. He had far too much to lose. I couldn’t be responsible for him losing what he had built for himself.





Chapter Two





Alexis



Waking up in a musty motel made my stomach turn. Maddison had slept so peacefully tucked into my side, and I had spent most of my night staring at the water stain on the ceiling.

After both of us took a bath and put on a change of clothes, we went back to the same diner. I figured I could afford breakfast, thanks to the handsome stranger and his generosity the night before.

The restaurant was much busier today than it was last night.

The moment we entered, I felt like I was on display. I could feel eyes on me, and it was unnerving. The moment my eyes locked with the same waitress, I instantly felt relief. Her kind eyes settled the churning in my stomach.

“Well, hello pretty ladies. I’m real happy you came back to see us.” She knelt down before Maddison and brushed her blond curls away from her face. “You have the sweetest little smile. You are such a doll.”

She then stood up and led us to a table. “You want some coffee darlin’?” she asked. I nodded my head and watched her walk off to retrieve the pot.

I took time to allow my eyes to roam the restaurant and found there were still a number of people looking in our direction.

I swallowed hard, attempting to calm my nerves.

“Don’t let them bother ya. They’re all just curious.” A deep raspy voice spoke from behind me. I quickly turned around, only to come face to face with the man from last night. He smiled as he took me in slowly.

“It’s not often we get visitors here in town. You’ll have to ignore their gawking.” His voice was one of those voices that made you want to keep him talking. It made you feel warm inside and safe.

I smiled nervously and quickly averted my eyes. His looks were a little distracting and, for a moment, I found myself forgetting what it was he had said.

Pull it together, Alex, honestly. I had to keep my head on straight.

I looked back up to find he was still watching me closely.

“I never got the chance to say thank you.” He cocked an eyebrow in a questioning manner. “For dinner last night. It was really nice, but you didn’t have to do that.”

“I know I didn’t have to; I wanted to. Just consider it a welcome to Brooklet gift.” A grin broke out over his inviting lips.

Once again I found myself looking away, attempting to slow my sporadic heart rate.

The waitress placed a coffee cup onto the table in front of me, and I was able to use it as a distraction. I needed something to draw me away from him.

I could still feel his eyes on me, and it was a bit unnerving. Not that I didn’t slightly enjoy his attention, but I knew my track record. The last thing I needed was to pretend that there was anything more than a physical attraction going on here.

“Well, I really appreciate the welcome. It was a nice gesture.” I smiled, and the moment he winked, my stomach fluttered.

“You can call me Colt.” He held his hand out, and I gently placed mine in his for a gentle shake.

I was momentarily tongue-tied. His calloused hands were warm, and mine felt so small in his grasp.

The instant Maddison dropped her fork and it clanked against the ground, I had never been more thankful for her clumsiness. I needed a distraction to pull me away from his sweet smile.

I did everything possible to keep myself facing forward, with my back to him. It was one of the hardest things I had ever attempted.

When he left, it was then that I noticed he wasn’t alone. The sweet, gentle older woman stopped next to my table and smiled.

“She’s a beautiful little angel. Like a sweet, precious doll,” she said, motioning toward Maddi.

“Thank you,” I said in return.

“You traveling alone, darlin’?” she asked.

“Yes ma’am.” I replied. I could see the concern in her eyes and feel the motherly side of her.

“You be careful sweetheart. Traveling alone with a child is scary. Do you have family nearby?” Colt stepped up next to her and placed his hand on her shoulder.