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“Hi.” I smiled, and tried to step away from Colt.
Except he held me tight and wouldn’t let me move.
“Something smells great,” Mila said.
She looked stylish in a short, navy skirt and a flirty, white blouse.
“We can’t take the credit,” I said. “It’s Lola’s work.”
“That woman is a miracle.” Mila set a bottle of wine down on the island. “We brought a good Pinot.”
“That sounds great. I’d love a glass.”
“Good, because these two will probably have beer.” She jerked a thumb at Dante and Colt.
Soon, I found myself seated beside Colt, listening to Dante talk about his nightclub, bar, and restaurants.
“Mila is busy planning some special events.”
“Dante’s been having an annual charity gala, but I decided we should have some smaller, more intimate events throughout the year.” She smiled. “And make more money for Northstar.”
“Northstar?” I asked.
“It’s a charity that Dante started.” Mila shot a quick look at Colt. “All the Fury brothers support it. It helps kids just out of foster care, with work, accommodation, college.”
I turned in my chair. “Really?”
“It’s a good charity,” Colt said. “A lot of these kids have no one.”
Warmth filled my chest. Under the table, I pressed a hand to his thigh. He was such a good guy.
Mila cocked her head. “Dante runs the charity events, but I hear that you’re a little more hands on, Colt.”
I felt his thigh tense. “Oh?”
Mila smiled. “Yes. The organizers at Northstar told me about one of their programs called FosterBank. Colt started it.”
I had no idea what she was talking about.
Colt cleared his throat. “It’s nothing.”
“Hardly,” Mila said. “For many foster families, they can feed a child, but don’t always have enough money for the extras. The FosterBank is a place where people can donate clothes, shoes, car seats, school items, and even diapers. Everything a foster family might need for their kids.”
I looked at Colt. “You started this?”
He shrugged. “I know some foster families need support. And I saw so many donations not getting where they needed to be. It’s really all the people at Northstar.”
“That’s not what Carmen at Northstar said.” Mila sipped her wine. “She says you sometimes stop by and help sort the donations.”
A level 2 scowl appeared on his face. “Carmen sure talks a lot.”
Smiling, I leaned in and kissed his bearded cheek. “Hot bounty hunter with a heart of gold. Makes you even hotter.”
Under the table, he squeezed my knee.
Once dinner was finished, I was feeling warm and happy. Good food, good wine, good company, hot guy who I really wanted to get naked with later.
“Colt, whiskey?” Dante leaned back in his chair. “I brought a bottle of WhistlePig with me. The Boss Hog VII Magellan’s Atlantic edition.”
