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I glared at him in the bathroom mirror. His grin was cheeky. “I’m gladyou’refeeling better about the entire situation with Dev.”
“You’re not feeling better?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“I think I can make you feel better.”
“I don’t want to have sex with you right now,” I snapped.
He threw his head back and laughed. “No, I wasn’t talking about sex—though I’m sure I could change your mind. I was gonna tell you that with my name on you, I feel better about you going out with Joni tonight.”
“I’m surprised you’re even letting me out of the house. What with all this Dev shit going on.”
“You’re going to a Blue Angels bar and both Acid and Cheese are going to be standing guard. Can’t keep you locked up and out of sight anymore. Sends the wrong kind of message, yeah?”
He leaned down and plopped a kiss onto the top of my head. “Got something else to show you.” Colt took my hand and led me out of the bathroom into the bedroom.
“It’ll be a little while yet before you can show off your tattoo. So I got you something else to wear.”
He went into his closet and came out a moment later holding up a leather cut—small, feminine, with a patch that read Blue Angels on the right breast pocket. Property of Colt was on the back.
“Not really my style,” I said, touching the leather. It was soft and new and made my head spin with gravitas.
“Thought you might say that,” he said with a chuckle and then placed it on the bed. “There’s a box in the closet. Why don’t you open it yourself?”
I frowned. “Box? What box?”
He gestured with his chin and I immediately scampered to the walk-in closet. In the center of the floor was a pink wrapped box with curled silver ribbons. I reached for it and brought it back into the bedroom.
“What did you do?” I asked.
“Just open it.” He leaned against the doorway of the room and waited.
I tore into the box and brushed aside the tissue paper to reveal the sexiest, most bad ass ankle boots I’d ever seen. Black leather with metallic silver spikes and studs all over. Including the heel.
“Holy shit,” I breathed when I felt inside the lining.
“Like ’em?” he asked with a knowing grin.
“Ilovethem,” I corrected.
“What about me?”
“What about you?” I couldn’t take my gaze off the boots. They were a shoe fetishist’s dream. I’d worked at a bar, on my feet. I had always chosen comfort over fashion, but now…
“Waitin’ on you to give me the words. Want to hear them.”
“You haven’t said them either,” I reminded him with a reproachful look.
His gaze was hot as it raked over me before coming back to rest on my face. “Love you, darlin’.”
My smile was slow. “I love you, too.”
His mouth quirked up on one side. “So you’ll wear the boots tonight when you go out?”
“Hell yeah!”
“You’ll wear the leather cut, too. You get one thing. I get one thing.”
