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“Jaw.”
I pressed a hand to my cheek. “Oh, no. It’s fine.”
A Level 2 scowl formed. “Germs.”
I sighed and lifted my chin. “Fine, but if I cry, it’s your fault.”
He froze. “There will be no crying.”
“You can’t control crying, Colt.”
“Yes, you can.”
“It’s a natural reaction.” I figured badass bounty hunters could control whether they cried or not, but I couldn’t. I cried at TV commercials with cute kids, and anytime I saw pictures of animals stuck in cages at shelters.
“You can control it when the circumstances require it.”
I studied Colt’s face, and sensed something else. A darker undertone to his words.
My heart squeezed. I knew he’d grown up in foster care, but I didn’t know the details. It wasn’t something he talked about. Honestly, it was hard to imagine Colt as a kid. I was pretty sure he’d been born as a badass bounty hunter, complete with scowl.
He leaned in, his face just an inch from mine as he cleaned the graze on my jaw.
My heart did an extra thump. He smelled like limes and man. I couldn’t exactly describe what man smelled like, but every woman knew it was a scent that made you think of strong arms around you, and lips pressed to the back of your neck.
I shifted my gaze and it collided with his ice-blue eyes. We both went still. Suddenly, I was aware of the fabric of my shirt against my skin. He breathed in, and something flickered in his gaze.
“Macy—”
“Oh, my gosh, Macy, are you hurt?” Daisy bounced into the office, and we jerked apart. Lola followed, eyeing us. A smile flickered on her face.
Colt cleared his throat. “Hi, short stuff.”
Daisy put a hand on her dad’s arm. “What happened to Macy?”
“I fell off my bike. I’m fine. Your dad’s patching me up.” I gave the girl a smile.
Daisy’s brows drew together. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
“Positive.”
“All done.” Colt snapped the first aid kit closed.
“Now you have to kiss it,” Daisy said.
My eyes widened. “Huh?”
“When daddy fixes my boo-boos, he always kisses them better.” She gestured, watching expectantly.
Colt’s brow creased. “Dai, that’s for kids’ boo-boos.”
I could see Lola hiding a smile.
“No.” Daisy got a stubborn look that was near-identical to Colt’s. “It always makes it feel better, Daddy. You want Macy to feel better, don’t you?”
I heard him draw in a deep breath. “Yeah.”
His gaze caught mine, and he leaned in. I stayed still—hell, I couldn’t have moved if I’d wanted to.
