Colt

IRIS ARRIVED with her skinny jeans that fitted her sexy long legs perfectly. My brother’s gray shirt layered over the top of dark blue long sleeves and a scarf snaked around her neck. She was also wearing a remarkable smile on her radiant face.

I didn’t miss the curves she gained for over a couple of weeks. She got her shape back.

Gael admitted he ordered everyone, and Iris talked to them like nothing happened. She was still pissed at me, and that was damn frustrating!

“Are you sure, guys you want me in?” she asked, ignoring my presence at the passenger seat.

“Get in,” I said since Frost...