#Chapter42

“Thank you,” Colt whispered in my ear. He said it loud enough for everyone to hear but knew that his breath on my ear would add to my already frustrated mind. He took the plate I handed him and took the last barstool jumping into a conversation with Tucker while I cleaned up the kitchen.

“You’re quite the housewife,” Daisy said lowly, so the guys couldn’t hear as she brought her plate and slid it into the sink, I was standing over rinsing others. I gave her a pointed look as I handed her a frying pan to place in the dishwasher. “What?” She shrugged.

“Don't say things like...