Page 63 of Oathbreaker
“It’s been a long week.”
Those were the words I was thinking, but he’s the one who says them out loud.
God, I hate that he can read me so clearly.
Almost as much as I hate what I’m feeling right at this moment.
Guilt.
So much damned guilt.
It sits heavy on my chest, stifling the easy conversation from earlier, and by the time he parks in the driveway and walks me up to my front door, I’m having a hard time drawing in a full breath.
I need to get my head straight.
I need to put Colt behind me so I can move on with my life.
Or maybe I need to let West go so he can move on with his?
Or—
Knuckles running lightly over my cheek. “Make sure you get some sleep tonight, honey.”
“I will,” I whisper. “Thanks for a great night.”
His mouth curves. “Anytime, baby.”
Then he bends down to kiss me…
Right as the front door swings open.
With Colt standing on the threshold.
Twenty
Colt
It’s a dick move. I know it, and anyone I tell this story to will know it—but there’s no way in hell I’m going to watch my woman kiss another man. Technically, she can kiss anyone she wants. I’m well aware of that. I simply can’t let it happen.
So, I wave to West with as friendly a smile as I can muster up. Watch as Briar says something to him that makes him laugh. Watch her kiss him—right on the lips—and then storm past me into the house.
She has every right to be mad but that’s too bad.
“What the fuck was that?” she snaps, whirling on me the second I lock the door behind us.
“What was what?” I ask innocently. “I heard a car in the driveway.”
“Don’t fucking bullshit me!” She’s really mad—eyes blazing, chest heaving, hands on her hips.
The problem is that it’s hot. In fact, there’s nothing hotter than Briar when she’s furious. Her eyes turn a color I can’t even name, consisting of swirls of green and gold and yellow. It’s so fucking beautiful I can’t resist pressing my lips to hers.
But I’m only able to enjoy a tiny taste because…she’s really mad.
“Knock it off!” She shoves me back. “I’m with West—I told you that! I’d never cheat on anyone. Certainly not with you!”
Ouch.
That little barb stings.
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