“Nah, Colt. I’m not. Whatever you’ve got against her, you’re going to have to get over. I like her.” Colt scoffed. “You like her tits.” “True,” I admitted. “But she didn’t talk to me like I was beneath her at the funeral. There’s something between us. And I know she was feeling it, too. I’m not playing when I say I want to get to know her.”
