"Nicky with a y."
I sign it and then hand it to him. "There you go."
"Thanks. Take care." He winks, pats Riggs on the shoulder, and leaves the room.
I slide my feet off the mattress, and a wave of dizziness hits me.
"Whoa!" Riggs exclaims, racing toward me. "Take it slow." He helps me onto my feet.
When I have my balance, I slide my arms around his shoulders and hug him.
He squeezes me back, declaring, "I'll take a million more of these."
I retreat, pinning my gaze into his, vowing, "Then that's what you'll get."
30
Riggs
The Next Day
"Blakely! Girl, I'm so sorry! I should have done more to warn you about Noah!" Colton claims, rushing past me and into the L.A. apartment.
I shut the door and grumble, "Done more? You did nothing."
"Riggs," Blakely reprimands. When Colton texted he wanted to come over, she warned me to be nice, but I can't help pointing out his faults.
Shame fills his boyish features. He winces, admitting, "I know." He pins his puppy-dog eyes on me. "I'm sorry. It's not easy for me to talk about what happened."
"And you don't have to. I'm happy you're okay," she says, pulling him into a big hug.
He returns her affection, lifting her off her feet.
King Madden wakes up, jumps off the couch, and jumps at Colton's feet.
"Easy. She's still recovering," I scold.
Colton sets her down and crouches on the floor. He picks up King Madden and coos, "Aren't you just the cutest thing!"
I step forward and point toward the office. "We need to talk."
Colton freezes.
"Let him say hi first," Blakely chastises.
"He already did," I state.
She tilts her head. "Riggs—"
"It's fine, love. Get some rest, and we'll talk after I face the music with Daddy," he interjects, handing King Madden to her.
I ignore his Daddy comment, motion to the office, and agree, "Good decision."
"Be nice," my pet warns.
I grunt, then nod for Colton to follow me.
We step inside, and Kalim spins. He crosses his arms, "Colton."