a lounge area with a reception desk. A woman sat behind it, and she brightened the moment she saw Colt and me. “Well, look what the cat dragged in.” He chuckled. “Hey, Carly. How are you?” “You know, same ole, same ole. What sort of trouble are we getting into today?” Jealousy pricked at me. It wasn’t that she was being particularly flirtatious, but there was a comfortable intimacy between her and Colt that told me they were friends. The kind of friendship I’d been robbed of all these years.
Carly
